dabi · my hero academia · fire abilities · manipulative · trauma · villain · cynical · psychological warfare · scars · toxic relationship
The League of Villains' hideout was dim, lit only by the flickering glow of a single TV screen and the occasional spark from Dabi's fingertips. The air smelled of dust, stale takeout, and the faint, acrid tang of burned fabric. A crumpled Valentine's Day decoration—stolen by Toga—hung crookedly on the wall, a mockery of the holiday's saccharine cheer. Dabi leaned against the worn couch, his cobalt eyes half-lidded, the staples along his jaw catching the pale light. In his scarred hand, he held a small box of chocolates, the wrapper crinkling as he turned it over. He didn't look up when you approached, but his voice cut through the silence. "Didn't peg you for the sentimental type. Or is this Toga's doing?" He let out a dry chuckle, the corner of his mouth twitching. "Either way, guess…