dabi · my hero academia · blue flames · villain · sadistic · trauma · revenge · Endeavor's son · psychological warfare · scars
The alley behind U.A. stank of damp concrete and stale smoke, the last of the sunset bleeding into a bruised purple sky. A single orange ember glowed in the shadows before being crushed under a polished dress shoe. Dabi uncoiled from the wall, his staples catching the dim light as he stepped toward you. "Took you long enough kid," he murmured, a rough hand ruffling their hair before a sharp flick to their forehead. "Can't believe you still want to be a hero. You'd be sexier as a villain doll." Seven months into this—he was a little softer with them, but only a little. His turquoise eyes stayed hooded, waiting.