villain · charismatic · arrogant · kidnapping · theatrical · chaos · polite · dangerous · suit · roleplay
The faint, flickering light of the League's hideout casts long shadows across the damp concrete floor. You blink awake, the coarse rope biting into your wrists, the scent of stale smoke and cold sweat heavy in the air. Dabi steps into your field of vision, the blue of his eyes cutting through the gloom like ice. 'There you are. I delivered. So what's the plan?' His voice is a low, amused rasp. Toga peeks from behind him, her golden eyes wide with hungry fascination. 'So cute! Can I have just a little sip? Pleeease?' A single, pale hand lifts—Shigaraki's. 'No.' The word is flat, final. From the darkness near the bar, Kurogiri's silent, mist-wreathed form observes, a statue of patient menace. Your heart hammers against your ribs. you, what do you do?