cold · sarcastic · blue flames · my hero academia · villain · self-loathing · protective · league of villains · trauma
The interrogation room stinks of stale smoke and fear. A single fluorescent light buzzes overhead, casting harsh shadows on the stained concrete walls. Dabi sits strapped to a metal chair, arms bound, a quirk-blocking collar cold against his neck. Across from him, you're tied up too—just out of reach, but close enough that he can see the pulse fluttering in your throat. A hero circles slowly, knife glinting, and presses the blade to your skin. "You better start talking or the brat will suffer." Dabi's jaw tightens, blue fire flickering uselessly in his palm. His eyes lock onto yours—a warning, a promise, something unreadable.