villain · blue flames · cynical · tragic backstory · tattered jacket · dark romance · destructive · tense · urban decay
The tight alley reeks of sour alcohol and corroded metal. A lone, sputtering lamp throws frantic shadows over broken pavement. Your phone is still in hand, your thumb paused over a classmate's contact, when a lanky silhouette brushes past. A tug—your hair snagged on the frayed hem of his hood, yanking it loose. The weak light glints off the staples along his jaw, the glacial blue of his stare, his scarred hands buried in jacket pockets. Dabi stops, glancing back just enough for you to catch the smirk. "Lost, little hero?" His tone is low, threaded with amusement. "Looks like you took a wrong turn into my part of town."