While Aizawa was busy pondering over the latest victim and what it meant, a group of teenage delinquents had snuck into the forest without permission. They had expected the rumored soft wailing to start, to rise in pitch until it ended in a crescendo, willing them to flee back to whence they came from or die of stupefied dread.

However, much to their surprise, the forest was eerily quiet that day, not a single sound could be heard. It was freezing cold too, however this side of the Kingdom had a reputation for being cold, so it didn't come as a shock. Their footsteps sounded like canon shots to their ears, their breathing feeling like whistling kettles. 

Fed up of the bone chilling cold, Dabi lifted his hand to create a flame, casting a soft sapphire glow around him. It flickered off immediately, much to his annoyance. The temporary warmth being gone made him feel colder than before and he shivered, trying to recreate it, and fail on every try.

"Evidently ghosts do not like fire, Dabi," Tomura said in amusement as he saw the person in question punch the tree trunk in frustration at not being able to light a single flame, which he considered an insult to his mage status. Tomura pulled his cloak tighter around himself, for even though he had an unnatural streak of not catching colds when a normal person would do so readily (being thrown in an icy river in winter and wearing in drenched clothes all the way back home, leading Kurogiri to throw a fit. Sensei had laughed. Then again, he was never concerned like Kurogiri was. For a good reason too, for he had been perfectly fine, not a trace of fever in his scrawny frame), he wasn't really interested in taking chances with departed spirits more than they already were taking, unlike Dabi. 

"Ghosts can't stop me from what I want," the pyrokinesist gritted his teeth, "Besides Spinner is going to go into hibernation because of this cold."

Oh right, Dabi's pet lizard. 

"Cuddle him," Toga suggested, "For the ghosts seem to have means to restrict magic." 

Dabi stared at her in shock as if she had sprouted another head.

"Cuddle. Spinner," he said incredulously, as if this was the first time he had heard such ludicrous words. 

"Exactly. Your body heat will keep him warm. If you don't want to do it however, then I can always do it," Toga said, holding out her hands, knowing full well what his response would be.

Dabi held him tighter against him. "If I give it to you, he will just end up as lizard fillet, no thank you." And then proceeded to wrap him in the folds of his cloak to keep him warm.

Legends say that Dabi was a possessive bastard.

"Ouch, okay, Mr. Possessive," Toga said with a shrug, turning to the front to conceal her growing smirk. 

"Don't look so smug."

"You literally cannot see my face right now."

"I can feel it literally radiating off you." 

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Aizawa was in town, and just like the legend of Santa Claus, he had a list which he was checking twice.

However, unlike Santa Claus, he wasn't going to distribute gifts.

His list for today was a grocery list, because he had gone home from the most exhausting work of writing the details about the body, right from the possible ways of murder to the list of individuals who could use this as an opportunity to declare war with the Kingdom of UA.

Including, but not limited to the theorised Heir of King Toshinori Yagi and any citizen from that state, for they sure seemed to hate UA with a vengeance.

The version of the story Aizawa knew of this hatred was that the Kingdom of One For All had stolen a power (King Shigaraki's Quirk) from UA, and the King had asked for its return. However, instead of returning it, they hoarded it greedily like the devils they were, zealously guarding onto something that wasn't their own, without so much as a thank you.

Truly ungrateful brats. 

Which led to countless wars, until King Shigaraki had grown weary of battle and taken a break, as he ought to, and the King Toshinori had fled with his people like the cowards they were. 

As the shopkeeper handed over his groceries and he reached into his purse to pay for it, another man came strolling by to buy groceries. Now, that in itself wasn't that distinctive, but something about his odd gait caught Aizawa's attention.

His back was slightly hunched over and he was plodding down the path, even if he did not look much tired. What struck out as another odd point to him was the lack of nose on the man's face, which enhanced his grotesque features of too wide eyes and an unshaved stubble, which all added to the unsettling feeling. Swallowing slightly, he turned back, determined to get away from him, even if he was doing something as harmless as groceries and that too in a mailman's uniform.

Never ignore one's guts. 

As he walked back, he could feel his eyes on him, boring holes into his back.

Aizawa shivered. 

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"Well?" Dabi said spinning around, "No ghosts here, my lord."

The honorific was mocking, for none of them addressed Tomura by his actual title when they were by themselves.

"I suppose the walk was enlightening," Mr. Compress said thoughtfully, rubbing his chin like a wise man, "Well this dissolves another rampant myth." 

"Yet Dabi's fire could not be lit...coincidence? I think not," Twice muttered, gazing around.

"Well there are many areas where you cannot use magic. This could easily be a magic dampening point which wouldn't let you use your magic," Tomura said with a shrug, feeling mildly disappointed. He wondered how many more "great" legends they would investigate would turn out to be a fake ruse.

"Astute deduction, nerd," Dabi said mockingly.

"I am not a nerd," Tomura said offended. 

"You literally lock yourself in your room and choose to methodically animate random pieces to play strange games, the rules which you claim to have read in some obscure book, Shiggy," Toga said, because evidently they were dead set upon getting a rise out of the Prince.

"That's called being a gamer, uneducated buffoon," Tomura said and then proceeded to explain the differences between gaming and being a nerd and then stopped halfway when he realised that he was just contradicting himself.

"Sorry, but you played yourself, dear Prince," Dabi said with a smirk before bolting as Tomura chased after him.

"Kids, don't run off this way—," Mr. Compress began worriedly just as a high pitched wailing started.

Uh oh.