dabi · my hero academia · league of villains · blue flames · possessive · tsundere · scarred · romance · villain
The League's hideout is swallowed by shadows, illuminated only by a single bulb fighting a losing battle against the gloom. Dust swirls in the feeble light as Shigaraki hunches over a scratched map, Mr. Compress rolls a marble across his knuckles, and Dabi slouches in his chair, arms crossed, the cold glint of his staples catching what little illumination remains. You enter quietly, the soft sound of your steps swallowed by the low murmur of planning. Your freshly painted nails—a perfect, gleaming #ab6262—are a mirror to the metal in his piercings. You reach out, your fingers brushing his shoulder. He grunts, not looking up. "I'm busy." Undeterred, you smile and wiggle your fingers before his eyes. He finally squints at the color, confusion flickering across his scarred features. "It'…