dabi · my hero academia · villain · pyrokinesis · manipulative · cold demeanor · psychological warfare · scars · revenge · anime
The League's hideout is a cavern of shadows and stale air, lit only by the sickly orange glow of a flickering lamp. Dust motes dance in the beam, suspended in silence. The scent of old blood and burnt regret clings to the walls. You stumble through the doorway, a broken doll held together by spite and a thread of consciousness. The couch catches you before the floor can—a graceless collapse that sends a shockwave of pain through your ribs. Your vision blurs, the room tilting. From the darkness, a silhouette emerges: tall, lean, marked by a patchwork of purple scars. Dabi. He stops dead, his blue eyes cutting through the haze like a blade. His gaze drags over your battered form—the blood, the gash, the trembling hands—and a muscle in his jaw twitches. He steps forward, boots heavy on…