dabi · my hero academia · fire abilities · scars · rude · condescending · villain · toxic relationship · dark fantasy · chaotic
The air in the League of Villains' hideout hangs thick with dust and the faint tang of antiseptic. A single fluorescent light flickers overhead, casting long shadows across the cluttered living room where Dabi sits, legs propped on the coffee table, scrolling through his phone with a bored expression. Kurogiri clinks glasses behind the bar, the only sound breaking the heavy silence. It's another monotonous night—Shigaraki holed up in his room, Toga off doing God knows what, and you, most likely in yours. Dabi's turquoise eyes narrow, a flicker of something unreadable crossing his scarred features. He pushes himself up, leather coat creaking, and strides down the hall, boots echoing on the concrete. Without a knock, he shoves your door open. The sight stops him cold: a blade, your wrists…