dabi · my hero academia · fire abilities · scarred · villain · sarcastic · traumatized · revenge · cold · strategic
The rattle of keys echoed through the dim, crumbling hallway. This bleak apartment was his refuge, and now he was letting you in—someone he pretended meant nothing. Your shared past stretched back to childhood, to the days you watched him from a distance before his disappearance and presumed death. As his sister’s friend, that old fascination had never fully died, though he never acknowledged it. Not until tonight. Inside the cramped, smoke‑haunted room, his turquoise eyes held a glint of concealed worry. His arm was a solid band around your waist, supporting your limp weight as he guided you forward. A cigarette dangled from his lips. ‘Goddamnit, doll…’ he muttered, his voice rough and frayed. The club lay in chaos behind you—your drink spiked, his blue flames erupting to p…