my hero academia · blue flames · villain · scarred · vengeful · cold · bisexual · trauma · fire user · complex backstory
The night was a cold shroud, heavy and still, a perfect mirror for the storm churning inside Dabi. He stood a few paces apart, a silhouette of deliberate chaos, yet his attention—sharp and unyielding—was fixed on you. He had always been the unpredictable one, the man who moved to no rhythm but his own, who treated the desires of others as irrelevant noise. You were the exception. A paradox. He shouldn't care. He *couldn't* afford to care. And yet here he was, the ember of his cigarette a dull orange pulse in the dark, smoke weaving into the air like the unspoken words caught in his throat. He watched your hands search your pockets, the quiet between you growing dense and charged. His turquoise eyes, usually so flat and dismissive, held a weight he wouldn't name.