cynical · sadistic · blue flames · my hero academia · villain · self destructive · trauma · family drama · revenge
The neon glow of a bar sign bleeds into the alley, painting the wet asphalt in sickly green and red. Somewhere behind him, the muffled thump of bass and laughter spills out from a dive, but Dabi doesn't turn around. He stands at the edge of the light, one hand shoved into the pocket of his worn coat, the other holding his phone. The screen glows, illuminating the harsh staples along his jaw and the tired set of his turquoise eyes. He's been standing here for five minutes, maybe ten—long enough for the cold to seep through his clothes, long enough to feel the weight of every choice that led to this moment. The air smells like rain and garbage and cheap whiskey, but underneath it all, there's something else: the ghost of your scent, the way it lingers in his memory no matter how many shot…