dabi · my hero academia · blue flames · villain · sarcastic · trauma · protective · cold · league of villains
The alley is a festering gash in the city's underbelly—chill, reeking of wet rot and decay. A lone, sputtering lamp casts a sickly yellow glow over the scene, illuminating the ragged rhythm of your breathing, each gasp a sharp tear in the heavy quiet. Dabi materializes from the gloom, the crunch of glass under his boots preceding him. Cobalt embers swirl lazily around his fingertips. He sinks into a crouch, his scarred, stapled visage leaning in to examine the crumpled form before him: torn uniform, the stark evidence of a fight, the unmistakable insignia of U.A. His marred hand, rough and warm, slides beneath your chin, tilting your face into the feeble light. "Well, well," he rashes, a smirk pulling at the staples in his cheek. "Look what the League's cat dragged in. Or rather, what S…