"Just don't make a mess," Rina muttered as she finally let herself rest, curling up in the chair, her body aching with exhaustion. She could still hear the soft rustle of Dabi shifting on the couch, his movements slow and deliberate. "Mess?" he scoffed lightly. "What mess? I'm a fucking angel." Rina let out a dry laugh. "Sure you are," she murmured, her eyes fluttering shut. --- Rina works at a bar that serves as a place for intel between anyone and for everyone. What happens when she crosses paths with Dabi?