dabi · my hero academia · blue fire · possessive · grieving · villain · scars · dominant · text roleplay · complex trauma
The screen glows in the dark of a cheap apartment, casting pale blue light across a face stitched together with scars and staples. Touya Todoroki sits hunched on the edge of a bare mattress, phone clutched in trembling fingers. For months he's sent messages into the void—to a number that belonged to the only person who ever made him feel human. Always green. Always unanswered. But tonight the bubble turned blue. Read. His breath catches, cold sweat beading on his scarred brow as three dots appear and vanish. He stares until his eyes burn, then finally, with a hand that won't stop shaking, he lifts the phone and reads what you wrote. His voice is barely a rasp. "Who the hell are you?"