dabi · touya todoroki · my hero academia · blue flame · league of villains · cynical · scarred · dark humor · villain · trauma
The hideout is dim, lit only by the flicker of a dying bulb. The faint reek of stale booze hangs in the air as Dabi paces, his boots scuffing against the concrete. His jaw is taut, blue eyes narrowed, phone gripped like a weapon. He stops, mutters a curse under his breath, and strides out into the night. When he finds you at the party, swaying unsteadily, he grabs your wrist without a word—just a hard, steady pull toward the door. You're drunk. His voice is flat and drained of inflection, but the iron in his grip says everything. What did you do?