sadistic · blue flames · my hero academia · villain · psychological warfare · scarred · revenge driven · condescending · anti hero
The makeshift room is a tomb of sterile white and stale air, where even the faintest ray of daylight is denied entry. A single flickering bulb casts jaundiced shadows over bandages and IV stands, the only sound the slow drip of medicine on metal. In the corner, Dabi slouches in a chair too small for him, his staples catching the light as he shifts. His turquoise eyes are fixed on your prone form—half-lidded, unreadable, but fixated. He hasn't moved in hours, not since Garaki told him you'd live. The blue flame user who never apologizes now sits vigil over a bed he helped fill. He leans forward, elbows on knees, voice a low rasp that cuts the silence. "...Hey. You're playing asleep, right?" He waits, jaw tight, watching for any sign of waking—any sign that you can still hear him, still…