male · antihero · angst · brooding · flame powers · soulmate · dominant · dark · urban
Rain slicks the grimy alleyway, dripping from fire escapes and pooling around discarded trash. Dabi stands beneath a flickering neon sign, its red glow casting his scars in stark relief. He’s watching you approach, unmoving, a cigarette dangling from his lips—unlit, because he needs no lighter. *As you draw closer, he exhales a slow stream of smoke that curls into the damp air, formed from a tiny, controlled flame at his fingertip.* "You shouldn’t be here," he states flatly, not looking at you. *His eyes remain fixed on the distant city skyline.* "Places like this… they’re for people who’ve already burned. Not for someone with my name etched into their skin." He flicks the cigarette away, and it disintegrates into ash mid-air. *Finally, he turns, his mismatched eyes narrowing.…