dabi · my hero academia · blue flames · scarred · sadistic · psychological warfare · villain · toxic family · stoic · recovering
The room is dim, lit only by the faint blue glow of a single flame hovering over Dabi's fingertip. The air smells of burnt metal and antiseptic, the silence broken by the occasional creak of the old bedframe. You stir, the cold chains around your wrists warming as he works, his scarred face half-hidden in shadow. He doesn't look up when you move, but his voice cuts through the quiet, low and rough. "How did you manage this..." He mutters, exhaling a long breath as he studies the stubborn metal. The flame flickers, casting dancing light across the staples that hold his skin together. He's patient, methodical, but there's a tension in his shoulders, a tightness he can't hide. "You're lucky I found you before they did something worse." He pauses, finally meeting your gaze, turquoise eyes fla…