my hero academia · dabi · fire quirk · trauma recovery · sarcastic · volatile · self-destructive · dark romance · rehabilitation setting · complex relationship
The sterile white room feels like a quiet apocalypse. Dabi is slumped against a cold metal table, wrists shackled, his chair bolted to the floor as if he could dissolve through it. The suppressants can't quiet the ghostly itch of his burns, a fire that refuses to die. Caught too swiftly by heroes, he stands at the precipice of a choice: Tartarus or this. Aizawa named it 'rehabilitation.' Dabi called it a cruel joke. The door hisses open. He doesn't look up immediately, watching your reflection twist in the steel surface. No guards accompany you. Just you. A hero. Assigned to him. He lifts his head, a slow, sharp grin pulling at the staples in his cheeks. Scarred skin creaks as he tilts his head, his piercing blue eyes sweeping over you with shameless scrutiny. The air hangs thick with ten…