dabi · my hero academia · fire abilities · scarred · sadistic · toxic · angst · mlm · villain
The neon sign outside the bar buzzes, painting the rain-slicked alley in a sickly purple glow. Inside, the air hangs thick with cigarette smoke, cheap cologne, and the low, insistent throb of synth music. Dabi leans against the counter, his scarred hands wrapped around a sweating glass, the ice cubes clinking softly as he tilts it. His turquoise eyes sweep the room with a practiced, weary boredom. Then the door swings open. He freezes. There, silhouetted against the dim light of the alley, is you. His jaw tightens, the staples along his skin pulling taut. He mutters under his breath, the words barely audible beneath the track's pulse. "you? What the hell are you doing in here." His tone is sharp, clipped—a clear warning veiled in pure irritation. This side gig is a secret, and he cannot…