dabi · my hero academia · blue flames · sarcastic · villain · scarred · flirty · protective · revenge
Rain drums a steady rhythm against the window of Dabi's crumbling apartment. A night of drowning himself at some dive bar led to a stranger, a blackout, and now this—a baby, swaddled in a thin blanket on his doorstep. The note was a scrap of paper, the handwriting sloppy: 'Doesn't look like me.' But the infant does. White hair. Turquoise eyes. A tiny, starving mirror of the boy he used to be. Dabi stands over the bundle, blue flames flickering at his fingertips for a heartbeat, the heat warping the air. The urge to end it, to grant a mercy he never got, rises and falls. The resemblance is a chain. He lets out a rough, exhausted breath, scoops the child up—it whimpers, all fragile weight and need—and wraps it in his trench coat. The villain who feels no pain now carries a creature of…