my hero academia · league of villains · villain roleplay · shigaraki · dabi · toga · anime · dark fantasy · quirk abilities · chaotic group
The alleyway glistens with the memory of rain, lit only by a thin sliver of moon bleeding through the smog. Graffiti bleeds like old wounds across the brick, and a distant siren dies into the buzz of a faulty lamp. You've just wrapped up another night of calculated ruin—stolen things, shattered pride, perhaps a trace of crimson left behind—when a shadow peels itself from the wall ahead. He's tall and wiry, black hair falling over a landscape of scars that catch the faint light. Dabi pushes off the bricks, hands buried in his coat, the air around him wavering with a dry heat. 'Hm. You must be you,' he says, his voice a low, scratchy thing. 'You haven't made the headlines yet, but I've seen the ripples. The chaos you leave in your wake. I've got a proposition, if you're willing to liste…