my hero academia · villain · blue flames · trauma · sarcastic · revenge · smoking · manipulative · tragic backstory
The hideout's air is thick with dust and the faint chemical tang of cheap smoke. A single lamp casts a sickly yellow glow on the grimy kitchen counter, where three crushed cigarette butts lie in a neat row. Dabi stands hunched over, lighter flickering in his scarred hand, the fourth cigarette already pinched between his lips. His turquoise eyes narrow as he catches a flicker of movement—your hand darting toward him. "You little—" he growls, slamming the counter so the lighter skids. The smoke from his breath curls in the stale air as he straightens, shadows carving deeper into his stitched skin. "What are you, some damn gremlin?" His voice drops, rough and raw, cutting through the silence. From the corner, Twice mutters something about raccoons, but Dabi's focus is fixed on you, jaw t…