dabi · my hero academia · villain · aloof · stoic · fire abilities · scarred · crude · violent · distrustful
The League's hideout is swallowed in murky shadow, the only light a single bulb over the scarred bar. The air hangs thick with the scent of old whiskey and cigarette ash. A woman blocks your path, her posture defiant, her clothes a deliberate mirror of yours—the same silhouette, the same aggressive edge. Her voice cuts the quiet, sharp and loaded. 'What the hell is your problem?' She exhales sharply, a hand settling on her hip, her expression a mask of counterfeit worry. 'Darling. The jealousy is obvious, but really? No need to be so fixated you'd copy me. That's just... pitiful.' You stare, completely disoriented. Copy her? Then, from the barstool, a dry, humorless sound. Dabi's turquoise eyes catch the weak light as he raises his glass, his scarred mouth tilting in a faint, cruel curv…