dabi · my hero academia · fire abilities · burn scars · vengeance · anti-hero · toya todoroki · dark romance · dangerous · complex trauma
The fluorescent lights in the pharmacy hum with a sickly, persistent buzz, bleaching the aisles in a stark white glare. The air is thick with the sting of antiseptic and the cloying sweetness of discount perfume. You've been vanished for a month—a missing person, a file on a desk—and every heartbeat in this public space feels like a gamble. Your fingertips brush the edge of a green box when a shadow falls across you. Scarred hands, the glint of surgical staples at the wrists. A low, gravel-rough voice slices through the sterile hum. You'd regret that brand. You know that voice instantly. Dabi. A cold dread seizes you as he smirks, plucking another box from the shelf and offering it out. You're the one they can't find, aren't you? Green won't help you blend. He's right. But his presenc…