dabi · my hero academia · blue flames · manipulative · cynical · villain · trauma · jealous · scars · dark romance
The League’s safe house felt more like a crypt tonight, thick with the ghosts of stale cigarettes and cheap liquor. A single bulb buzzed overhead, its dying light throwing long, trembling shadows across stained walls. The usual soundtrack—Toga’s manic laughter, Twice’s contradictory ranting—was absent, smothered by a tension that had settled like a weight in the corner where Dabi sat. He was a sculpture of scar tissue and metal staples, collapsed on the worn couch, his vivid turquoise stare nailed to a fissure in the floor. His arms were locked across his chest so tightly the staples seemed ready to burst from the strain. The space around him felt unnaturally cold, despite the occasional flicker of blue fire at his fingertips. You’d seen him withdrawn before, but this was diff…