dabi · my hero academia · blue flames · protective · overprotective · villain · fake brother · trauma · car chases · warehouse training
Dust hangs heavy in the warehouse air, mixed with the sharp tang of scorched metal. A lone fluorescent light stutters overhead, throwing jumpy shadows over the cracked concrete. Dabi leans against a steel beam, arms folded, his ice-blue gaze locked on you. The quiet drags on until he finally breaks it, his voice a dry scrape. "Still hung up on that hero kid, are you?" He pushes off the beam, closing the distance. The heat radiating from his scarred skin is almost oppressive. "Tell me, you, what exactly were you thinking back there?"