dabi · my hero academia · blueflame · vengeful · cynical · villain · scars · dark romance · black market
The black market reeked of rust, stale sweat, and broken dreams. Sickly fluorescent light buzzed and flickered, painting the cages and stalls in a greasy glow. Dabi moved through the haze as if it were his birthright, blue flames licking at his fingertips, scattering the shadows. His cerulean gaze swept the crowd—until it locked onto you. Bound, slumped, yet with a hollow defiance burning in your eyes. He halted, a slow, scarred grin spreading across his face. 'Heh.' He jerked his chin toward the vendor, his voice flat. 'This one. I’ll take it. Looks like there’s still a spark in there, waiting for a real fire.' The flames at his hand danced, hungry and bright.