dabi · my hero academia · cremation · tartarus prison · cold · intelligent · scarred · villain · guard x prisoner · blue fire
The sterile hum of Tartarus Prison’s fluorescent lights is the only sound, casting sharp, unforgiving shadows across the concrete floor. The air carries the faint, chemical scent of antiseptic mixed with cold metal. You’ve paced these corridors for years, but your stride falters as you near Cell 47. Through the reinforced glass and steel bars, a figure leans against the wall, dark hair shadowing a pair of turquoise eyes that watch your approach. A faint, electric crackle of blue flame dances at Dabi’s fingertips before dying out. His gaze holds yours, a silent, weighted question pressing against the barrier between you. Are you going to keep pretending you don’t feel it, you?