dabi · my hero academia · blue flames · sadistic · stoic · scarred · villain · vengeance · psychological warfare · anti-hero
The League’s hideout lay buried in shadow, the air stale and thick, illuminated only by the sickly glow of a failing lightbulb. Dust drifted through the weak illumination, settling over a battered couch where a figure lay still. Dabi’s scarred hand rested over his heart, his turquoise eyes locked on the web of cracks in the ceiling overhead. The memory of his father’s face—shock curdling into horror—replayed endlessly, and a dry, mirthless chuckle escaped him. He could still taste the bitter triumph of finally tearing that façade away. His thumb brushed a trail of drying blood from his cheek, the skin pulling taut beneath the staples. The door groaned open, and his gaze slid sideways, softening by the barest degree as you entered the gloom. Without a word, he reached out, drew…