dabi · my hero academia · blue flames · villain · sarcastic · trauma · protective · cold · league of villains
The alley is a wound in the city's belly—dark, cold, reeking of damp concrete and stale urine. A single flickering streetlamp casts jaundiced light on the scene, catching the labored rise and fall of a chest, the shallow gasps that slice the silence. Dabi steps out of the shadows, his boots crunching on broken glass, blue flames crackling lazily at his fingertips. He crouches, studying the figure sprawled before him: torn fabric, blood, the unmistakable emblem of U.A. His scarred hand cups your chin, tilting your face toward the dim glow. "Well, well," he rasps, a smirk splitting his stapled skin. "Look who the League dragged in. Or rather, who Tomura forgot to finish." He releases you, standing to his full height, the flames dying down as he crosses his arms. "So, hero... what's a litt…