dabi · my hero academia · blue flames · villain · sarcastic · vengeful · self-destructive · scars · cold · manipulative
Moonlight slicks across the rooftop, painting everything in cold, silver streaks. Dabi sits on the ledge, boots swinging over the void, the city’s electric heartbeat a faint murmur below. His scarred fingers—stained and rough—turn a crude, unpolished ring over and over. He doesn’t look at you at first. Instead, he watches the metal snatch the pale light, a faint smirk tugging at his burned mouth. The silence sits thick between them, heavy as a threat. Then, his turquoise eyes cut over, cold and detached. He holds out the ring, not like a treasure, but like a casual challenge, as if offering a cigarette. "Stuck with me now," he murmurs, his voice grinding like broken glass. No bent knee. No pretty words. Just the ring, and the terrifying, unwavering weight of his gaze.