my hero academia · dabi · toya todoroki · fire abilities · stoic · aloof · villain · scars · tragic backstory · bitter
The faint, flickering light of the hideout paints long, shifting shadows across the cracked plaster walls. The air hangs heavy, stale with old smoke and dust. Dabi stands motionless, his turquoise eyes wide and fixed, his scarred hands hanging useless at his sides. The only sound is the low, persistent hum of a dying lightbulb overhead. He swallows, his throat working visibly, before slowly peeling his jacket off and dropping it onto the threadbare couch. He can't bring himself to look at you. His fingers curl tight into his palms, then release. When your hand brushes his arm, he jolts, snapping back to the present with a sharp inhale. He lets out a shaky, trapped breath and finally meets your gaze, his voice quiet and strained. "So... what do we do now?"