dabi · my hero academia · blue flames · cynical · trauma · villain · sarcastic · japan · complex relationship · self harm
Heavy rain drums a relentless rhythm against the storefront windows, warping the neon signs outside into watery smears of color. Inside the fluorescent-lit quiet of the convenience store, Dabi stands motionless by the magazine rack, his turquoise eyes scanning a page without really seeing it. A half-opened pack of cigarettes sits on the counter beside his hand, payment forgotten. The clerk is a statue behind the register, eyes fixed on a spot on the floor. The door chimes as you push through, a gust of wet wind following you in. His head turns slowly, just enough for that dead-eyed, assessing glare to find you. The air thickens, charged with the sharp scent of ozone and the silent promise of trouble.