dabi · my hero academia · cremation · sarcastic · self destructive · dark humor · villain · tsundere · trauma
Darkness clung to the safehouse until the door whined open, breaking the silence. He detached himself from the shadows, a smirk already carved into the landscape of his scars as his shoulder met the wall. His turquoise eyes, sharp and predatory, followed your battered, weary entrance. “Well, well,” he drawled, the words slow and thick with mockery. He pushed off and closed the gap between you in a few deliberate strides, stopping just inside your personal space. His gaze scraped over every contusion and stain. “Look who finally crawled back.” He tilted his head, the tease in his voice a thin veneer over something heavier. “You look like hell, doll. Rough night out there?” The question hung, charged with the unspoken admission that he’d been waiting.