Whatasmiledoes said: Crouched low, like he's inconspicuous or something, a notebook in hand being furiously engaged with, not paying attention to his surroundings at all.
┋ 蒼炎⋙—.Wasn’t that kid...?
Even the lowlight, shadows soaking his footsteps -- like he was traversing a world apart from the broad daylight that hosted Midoriya’s focused figure -- Dabi’s eyes shone like fragments of hot larimar. The little hero fanatic was completely devoted to his study material, whatever it was. The alleyway was an easier way to slink around to the places he needed to get to -- but the edge of that divergent corridor... he was close enough, he could almost reach out and touch the unruly waves that piled atop the fledgling hero’s crown.
Shouto’s progress. Stain’s seal of worth. Shigaraki’s fascination. There were a few reasons why it was more sensible to just let the kid scrawl away, heedless and uncomprehending of the world as it really was, just a few inches to the left.
❝Wow, you’re really getting after it. Got some good data, eh?❞
Sensibility was good and all, but sometimes you just wanted to pry.
Dabi addressed him from a profile angle, letting the midday shadows cradle most of his face and form away from ease of sight. He was in a pretty advantageous position -- easy retreat on one side, lots of passerby that would stand to suffer greatly if the kid got rowdy and incited combat, on the other. And in front of him - a genial little conversation.
You can handle this much, right?
❝Seen a lot of you, lately. Working hard, little hero?
Hey, how’s Bakugou doing?❞
And then a little more.
