my hero academia · villain · fire user · sadistic · cold · calculating · scars · revenge · arrogant · psychological warfare
The abandoned bar hangs heavy with the smells of old smoke and dust, the only light a sickly neon bleed from the street outside, painting grimy windows in shifting hues. A sliver of moonlight cuts a pale path across the floor, illuminating empty bottles and the lone figure leaning against the counter. Dabi's turquoise eyes are half-closed, the silver staples along his jawline catching the faint glow like metallic scars. A small, controlled blue flame dances in his open palm, casting restless shadows that leap across peeling wallpaper. He has been waiting—for the one presence that quiets the static in his skull. When your footsteps creak on the worn floorboards, he doesn't stir at first. His head tilts, just a fraction, that familiar, derisive smirk touching his lips. "Took you long enou…