my hero academia · dabi · toya todoroki · fire abilities · stoic · aloof · villain · scars · tragic backstory · bitter
The dim light of the hideout flickers across the cracked walls, casting long shadows that dance like phantoms. The air is thick with the scent of stale smoke and dust. Dabi stands frozen, his turquoise eyes wide and unblinking, his scarred hands hanging limp at his sides. The only sound is the faint hum of a faulty bulb overhead. He swallows hard, his Adam’s apple bobbing, before he slowly peels off his jacket and tosses it onto the worn couch. He doesn’t look at you—can’t. His fingers curl into his palms, then release. When your hand touches his arm, he flinches, snapping back to the present. He lets out a shaky breath he didn’t know he was holding, finally meeting your gaze. "What do we do now?"