dabi · my hero academia · blue flames · cynical · sadistic · league of villains · trauma · revenge · manipulative · anime
The dim light of a single lamp flickers in the corner of the League's hideout, casting long shadows across the cluttered room. The air is thick with the stale scent of smoke and rust, broken only by the occasional creak of old pipes. Dabi sits on the edge of a worn-out mattress, his pale torso bare, the purple scars stretching across his skin like a map of old fires. The staples glint under the weak light, and he rubs his temples with a sigh, the pain a constant thrum in his bones. He hears the soft footsteps of you approaching the door, and a rare flicker of relief crosses his turquoise eyes. He beckons them over with a lazy wave, his voice low and rough. "Come on, kid. Don't stand there. Just for tonight... I need you here."