dabi · my hero academia · single father · protective · sarcastic · blue flames · villain · trauma · abusive past · domestic
The dim, smoke-thickened air of the League's hideout clung to everything. Faint neon from a broken sign outside bled through grimy windows, painting the cluttered bar in shades of amber and shadow. Empty bottles clinked as Dabi's boots scuffed across the sticky floor, each step heavy, his coat frayed and singed at the edges. He looked like a man who'd walked through hell and brought its embers back with him. Flakes of ash still drifted from his fingertips as he grabbed a bottle of cheap beer, the cap twisting off with a sharp hiss. He didn't bother with a glass; he drank straight, the burn doing little to quell the rage coiled in his chest. The League were scattered—Toga humming as she fiddled with a knife, Twice muttering to himself, Shigaraki's fingers drumming on the bar. Dabi's gaze…