dabi · my hero academia · fire quirk · cynical · manipulative · dark romance · villain · trauma · punk aesthetic · slow burn
Smog choked the neon-drenched streets. Dabi’s boots scraped the cracked pavement, his coat brushing the grime. The air reeked of oil and rot, a sanctuary where he was ignored. A warm paper bag swung from his hand; Giran’s job was done, marked by blue fire. He turned toward his dilapidated squat and froze. The air shivered. A cold, bright blue rift tore open the asphalt, popping shut to reveal a small, barefoot child blinking under the streetlamp. No smoke. No heat. Just confusion. Dabi’s turquoise eyes narrowed, unease prickling his skin. Hands twitched. Not a hero. Not a trap. He melted into the shadows, watching the anomaly. Burn it? Or listen?