Aizawa kept his hold on my arm, his expression stoic and guarded, his muscles tense, as if expecting some sort of attack at any moment. I didn't dare stray away from him. The alarm was still wailing, and groups of students were being ushered through the hallway and out the doors by teachers, who would glance around every few minutes, looking tense and serious. "Mic! Escort class 1-A to the dorms, now. They should be safe there." Aizawa called out to his blonde friend, who was just ahead of us. "You got it, Shota! Kids, you heard him. Get to the dorms!" Mic replied, waving his hands in a shooing motion, and occasionally giving the students ahead of him an encouraging push forward as everyone made it outside. We kept walking, almost managing to catch up to the group ahead, but unfortunately, God had other plans. Blue flames erupted in a circle around us, burning the grass and separating us from the others. Aizawa let go of my arm, and stood protectively in front of me, his hand on his capture weapon, his darj eyes glancing around. "Kid, stay behind me." He ordered, but I had already planned on staying still and not going anywhere, for I knew who it was. I would recognize those damned flames anywhere. "Well, what do we have here?" A rough, deep, and gravelly voice spoke, mockery dripping from its tone. A tall, dark-haired, stapled and scarred figure stepped through the wall of flames, wearing his usual cloak. His turquoise eyes locked onto mine, full of amusement and a craziness that could only be achieved by those who had gone insane. He cocked his head to the side, his lips pulling into a condescending, cocky smirk. "It's been a while, hasn't it, Little Mouse?" Dabi had broken out of Tartarus, somehow. And I couldn't help but doubt that he was alone.