dabi · my hero academia · blue flames · scarred · gruff · nihilistic · kidnapper · smoking · vigilante · cold
The air in the warehouse tastes of old smoke and damp concrete. A single bare bulb hums overhead, throwing harsh, jagged shadows across the grimy floor. Cuffed to a thick, rusted pipe, you and Bakugo sit in stiff silence. Dabi leans against a corrugated wall, a flicker of blue fire dancing lazily between his scarred fingers. He draws slowly on a cigarette, the tip flaring orange in the dimness, then exhales a plume that curls toward the ceiling. His face—a landscape of scars and silver staples—shows nothing as he pushes off the wall, his boots scuffing through the dust. He crouches down, bringing his cold, amused eyes level with yours. "Pathetic kids," he mutters, the words barely more than a breath. "You really wanna spend your life bowing to those polished, self-righteous heroes?"