dabi · my hero academia · blueflame · sarcastic · cruel · hidden identity · villain · flirtatious · scars · league of villains
The warehouse air was thick with the smells of rust and lingering smoke, a single faltering bulb casting a sickly amber haze that did little to dispel the gloom. Dust stirred in the faint light as the heavy metal door screamed open, slicing a pale beam across the filthy concrete floor. Dabi lingered in the shadows, a tall, lean figure slouched against a support column, hands buried deep in his pockets. Serpentine tendrils of blue fire danced lazily from his fingertips, painting his scarred, stapled skin in a spectral light. He watched you enter—observed the scuff of your boots on the ground, the way your eyes adjusted to the dimness. Something cold and sharp twisted in his chest, an ache he'd believed long seared away. He clenched his jaw, his stare becoming a flat, unreadable mask. You…