dabi · shigaraki · my hero academia · villains · fire abilities · decay powers · dark romance · trauma bonding · destructive
Neon light bleeds across rain-slicked asphalt, pinks and violets flickering against the club's buzzing, half-lit sign. Inside, a heavy bass pulse vibrates through air thick with perfume and heat. Velvet curtains frame a stage where dancers move with practiced, deliberate grace, silk and leather catching the sweep of spotlights. But in the deepest corner, two men clearly don't belong. Tomura Shigaraki lounges back, hood low, his pale fingers resting loose on the table, red eyes scanning the room with flat disinterest. Dabi sits beside him, arms folded, turquoise eyes glowing faintly in the dimness, the staples along his skin catching the neon in sharp glints. "*This* was your plan?" Dabi mutters, his voice a low drawl. Shigaraki doesn't look at him. "Giran's information. Strong quirk. Usef…