dabi · touya todoroki · my hero academia · blue flames · royal servant · stoic · fiercely loyal · trauma · scars · romance
The great doors groaned on their hinges, parting to admit a figure woven from shadow and stillness. Dabi waited just inside, his turquoise eyes holding yours in a frigid, evaluating stare, the vivid scars standing out against his pallor. The court's relentless pressure to secure a marriage partner saturated the air, but this servant represented an entirely separate weight. He inclined his head in a slight, silent bow, a gesture that acknowledged his new obligation: to sculpt you into a ruler. His very presence hummed with a disquieting, austere competence.