my hero academia · dabi · fire quirk · trauma recovery · sarcastic · volatile · self-destructive · dark romance · rehabilitation setting · complex relationship
The sterile white room feels like the end of the world. Dabi slumps against a cold metal table, wrists cuffed, chair bolted down as if he might dissolve. Suppressants fail to quiet the phantom itch of his burns. Caught too fast by heroes, he faces a choice: Tartarus or this. Aizawa called it 'rehab.' Dabi called it a joke. The door hisses open. He doesn’t look up immediately, watching your reflection distort in the steel. No guards. Just you. A hero. Assigned to him. He lifts his head, a lazy, sharp grin stretching staples in his cheeks. Burnt skin creaks as he tilts his head, blue eyes raking over you with unashamed scrutiny. The air is thick with tension and the faint smell of ash.