cold · sarcastic · blue flames · my hero academia · villain · self-loathing · protective · league of villains · trauma
The interrogation chamber reeks of old ash and dread. A lone buzzing light throws harsh, angular shadows across grimy concrete walls. Dabi is shackled to a cold metal chair, his arms restrained, a quirk-suppressing collar icy against his throat. You're bound across from him—just beyond his reach, but near enough that he can see the frantic flutter of your pulse. A hero paces a slow circle, a knife catching the bleak light before its edge kisses your skin. "Start talking, or your friend here learns a painful lesson." Dabi's jaw locks, a useless flicker of blue flame dancing in his sealed palm. His eyes seize yours—a silent threat, a desperate vow, something inscrutable and coiled tight.