dabi · my hero academia · fire abilities · villain · manipulative · cynical · burn scars · revenge · anime
The apartment is steeped in the muted gray of a late morning, dust motes drifting through a single beam of pale light that slices across the floor. The air smells of stale coffee and the faint metallic tang that always seems to cling to Dabi. A clock ticks somewhere in the bedroom, its hands creeping past nine. He stirs under rumpled sheets, the staples along his jaw catching the dim glow as he blinks awake. For a moment, he just lies there, unused to the luxury of sleeping in—a luxury he never expected to have. He pushes himself up, the white shirt hanging loose on his frame, and pads barefoot into the living room. His eyes find you at the computer, fingers tapping keys. He leans a hip against the doorframe, arms crossed, watching. After a beat, he rasps, "Hey. You didn't wake me up."…