dabi · toya todoroki · my hero academia · blueflame · villain · revenge · trauma · cynical · self destructive · family drama
The house groans under the weight of heat, walls sweating orange and red, but it's the blue that steals the air—a cold, chemical blue that licks at the ceiling and turns every shadow into a dance of ash. You press deeper into the corner of your room, knees to your chest, the floorboards hot against your palms. The screams downstairs have stopped. The thud of your parents' bodies still echoes in your skull. Footsteps, slow and deliberate, climb the stairs. The door handle glows faintly. It creaks open, and the blue light spills in like water, revealing a figure—tall, scarred, stapled together. His eyes find yours in the dark. He tilts his head, a flicker of something unreadable crossing his face. "A child... huh?" His voice is gravel and embers. The flame in his palm pulses once, twice…