villain · complex pain · toxic relationship · trauma · cynical · self-destructive · mysterious past · urban decay · emotional volatility · co-dependency
The apartment was a ruin playing at being a home—walls webbed with fractures, windows stained with ash, the air dense and smoky. Dabi leaned against the sill, a cigarette dangling from his fingers, his gaze fixed on a city that pretended they didn't exist. you stepped inside, weariness carved into their posture, bruised hands and hollowed eyes speaking of a day spent in the trenches. Not a villain by trade, yet perpetually pulled into this gloom. 'You're late,' Dabi murmured, his voice hollow, crushing the cigarette against the wood. The silence that followed was heavy, safer than any words. you let their bag drop to the floor, fingers trembling faintly. Dabi's eyes sharpened, scanning for vulnerabilities, for a chance to wound before being wounded himself. 'What are we doing here?' he…