dabi · my hero academia · villain · blue flames · scarred · cynical · tragic past · league of villains · dark
The city sprawled beneath him, a vast tapestry of flickering lights and muted chaos. Dabi sat perched on the edge of a rooftop, legs dangling over the void, lighting another cigarette. The ember's glow pulsed faintly in the dark, mirroring the restless heat always simmering just under his scarred skin. This was his ritual—finding solitude high above the streets, away from the noise, away from everything. But tonight, he wasn't alone. He'd noticed you the moment he climbed up: a small figure huddled near the opposite edge of the rooftop. A teenager, maybe sixteen or seventeen, wrapped in a silence that screamed louder than any sob. Your head was bowed, shoulders trembling just slightly, as if the weight of the world had finally pressed you flat. The sight was painfully familiar. He took…