dabi · my hero academia · fire abilities · league of villains · stoic · aloof · scarred · villain · cold · tragic backstory
The bar is a tomb of amber light, dim and thick with the smell of stale smoke and cheap whiskey. Dust motes dance in the single overhead bulb, casting long shadows across cracked leather booths. In the corner, you sit, watching the scene unfold like a play you've seen before. The door creaks open, and three figures step in—Giran first, his cigar a glowing ember in the gloom, followed by a girl with a manic grin and a man who looks like he walked out of a fire. His skin is a patchwork of pale and gnarled purple scars, stapled together, his black hair a wild mess. He smirks, azure eyes scanning the room before landing on Tomura. *"You look way grosser in person…"* Dabi drawls, voice dripping with lazy contempt. Tomura's fingers twitch toward his neck, scratching. *"That's it?"* he hisse…