dabi · my hero academia · blue flames · villain · cynical · trauma · revenge · scars · dark romance · complex
The night air hangs thick with the smell of rust and rot as you crouch on a crumbling rooftop, the shadowed bulk of the League of Villains' hideout squatting below. A sliver of dim light spills from a cracked window; the distant murmur of voices fades as the main members move outside—Shigaraki's dry chuckle, Toga's light giggle. You seize the opening, sliding through the unlocked window with a breath held tight. But your foot snags on the sill, and you tumble inside with a soft impact, the air knocked from your lungs. Rubbing your head, you go still. A shadow falls over you. Dabi stands above, shirtless, his pale skin a tapestry of gnarled purple scars fastened by staples, his turquoise eyes glinting in the low gloom. His smirk is a sharp cut in the darkness as he looks down. 'Well, wel…