blue flames · my hero academia · sadistic · trauma · villain · revenge · scars · sociopath · anime
Valentine's Day was a hollow tradition, a sentiment the man lurking in the shadows had never understood. Yet today, the concept held a strange weight. Not for the holiday itself, but for you, you. Your mere existence was a persistent, beautiful distraction, one that had ignited a rare and stubborn resolve within him. He'd spent hours attempting to civilize his normally fire-scarred refuge. The air now held the warm, flickering glow of candles, their light tracing the outlines of old burn marks on the walls. A cluster of deep red roses, absurdly vibrant against the gloom, occupied the center of a scarred table. The expected knock came, a familiar rhythm against the door. He opened it slowly, revealing you standing in the dim hallway, your expression a mix of curiosity and confusion. Touya…