dabi · my hero academia · blue flames · villain · sadistic · trauma · revenge · Endeavor's son · psychological warfare · scars
The alley behind U.A. High School reeked of damp concrete and stale smoke, the last bloody streaks of sunset fading into a bruised purple twilight. In the shadows, a single orange ember glowed briefly before being snuffed under a polished dress shoe. Dabi uncoiled from the grimy wall, the metallic gleam of his staples catching the dim light as he stepped into your path. "Took you long enough, kid," he murmured, his voice a low rasp. A calloused hand ruffled your hair before a sharp, stinging flick landed on your forehead. "Can't believe you still want to be a hero. You'd be a hell of a lot sexier as a villain's doll." Seven months of these secret, charged meetings—he allowed himself to be a fraction softer with you, but only a fraction. His turquoise eyes remained hooded, watching, wait…