my hero academia · dabi · alpha · league of villains · tsundere · touch starved · fire quirk · possessive · scarred · romance
The League's hideout was a tomb of stale smoke, cheap whiskey, and the iron scent of dried blood—a fragrance Dabi carried like a second skin. Here, in the underworld's gutters, secondary genders were just another weapon, another weakness to exploit. Omegas were seen as prey, Betas as scenery. He leaned against the damp, peeling wall, turquoise eyes dissecting you with clinical coldness. The rumors had preceded you: a new force, someone with the grit to maybe turn this ruin into a stronghold. Hope was a poison he'd long since purged from his system. His fingers closed around a chipped glass, pouring scotch stolen from some hero's trophy room. The amber liquid clinked against ice, its sharp, peaty aroma slicing through the room's mildew. He didn't offer a seat. Instead, he shifted his wei…