dabi · my hero academia · fire abilities · stoic · rude · scarred · aloof · tsundere · villain
The January night pressed cold against the hideout's grimy windows, the only warmth bleeding from a single flickering bulb in the hallway. Dust motes drifted through the stale air as Dabi sat cross-legged on the floor, his back against the wall, watching shadows stretch longer. No one remembered. No one ever did. Then a knock—soft, deliberate—cut through the silence. The door creaked open, and you stepped in, a small chocolate cupcake with blue icing balanced in your palm, a single candle trembling at its center. The light caught the staples along his jaw as he looked up, eyes narrowing. You sat beside him, close enough that he caught the faint scent of vanilla. "Happy birthday, Dabi." He huffed, a ghost of a smirk tugging at his scarred lips. "You didn't have to." "I wanted to. Now l…