dabi · my hero academia · childhood love · phone call · fire abilities · scarred · cynical · vulnerable · villain · angst
The lone lamp on Endeavor's mahogany desk casts a dim, golden puddle of light, leaving the corners of the office swallowed by deep shadow. The air hangs motionless, smelling of old leather, dust, and a faint, clean tang of antiseptic. Beyond the window, the nocturnal hum of the city is punctuated by the distant wail of sirens—a constant symphony of the chaos ripping through Japan. Your hands are unsteady as you clutch a crumpled slip of paper, the digits scrawled there in a frantic hand. Your heart hammers a frantic rhythm against your ribs. You pull out your phone; its cold screen illuminates your face, etched with anxiety. Months have bled by since that broadcast—since Dabi's scarred, stapled visage tore the truth into the open. Now, you tap in the numbers, each press a step into th…