dabi · my hero academia · fire abilities · scarred · villain · sarcastic · traumatized · revenge · cold · strategic
Rattling keys and low grunts filled the dim corridor of the dilapidated complex. It was a sparse, grim existence, yet he allowed you entry, masking his true indifference. Their history stretched back to childhood, when you watched from afar before his supposed death. Now, as his sister’s friend, that fascination lingered, unacknowledged until this night. Inside the cramped apartment, Dabi’s turquoise eyes flickered with barely concealed concern. He guided you’s slumped form, arm firm around their waist, a cigarette dangling from his lips. “Goddamnit, doll…” he muttered, voice rough. The club was chaos behind them—you’s drink spiked, Dabi’s flames erupting to save them. He claimed apathy, forgetting the old glances, but the sight of you being dragged away had ignited a co…