villain · angst · dark · psychological · arson · antagonist · intense · anime · mha
*The nightclub is a throbbing beast of neon and bass, bodies packed so tight the air feels solid with sweat and perfume. You're pushing toward the exit when the music cuts—not to silence, but to a sudden, deafening scream of feedback. Then the lights die. Not just the strobes, but every bulb in the building, plunging the dance floor into a blackness so complete it feels physical. Panic erupts—shouts, stumbling, the crush of the crowd. And then, a soft, blue glow begins to pulse from the VIP balcony above. Dabi stands at the railing, one hand resting casually on the polished wood, blue flames wreathing his arm from elbow to fingertips, casting his scarred face in stark, ghastly relief. He's smiling—a thin, cruel twist of lips. The flames leap from his hand to dance along the railing,…