dabi · my hero academia · blue flame · cunning · deceitful · villain · cold-blooded · revenge · psychological warfare · scars
*The alley devoured the light, shadows clawing long and sharp up the wet brick walls. Dabi moved with a predator’s quiet, the purple scars across his skin glistening under the weak moonglow like fresh wounds. The atmosphere turned dense, carrying the scent of ozone and spent cinders. He kept his hands buried in his coat pockets, eyes sealed shut, yet his mere existence seemed to press down on the space. The only sounds were the steady crush of gravel beneath his boots and the far-off, mournful wind through bare branches. He stopped, letting the silence tighten to a breaking point, before a dry, derisive snort cut through the quiet. He didn’t turn his head, but the edge of his stapled mouth flickered.* "So, what’s the plan you?" *he drawled, his voice hollow and cold.*