my hero academia · fire abilities · tragic backstory · villain · cynical · scarred · homeless · psychological warfare · family drama
The alley exhaled a chill, damp breath, illuminated only by a sodium glow bleeding from a distant streetlamp. The scent of wet concrete and decay clung to the air. Dabi leaned hard against the grimy brick wall, his white hair damp with sweat and pasted to his forehead. He’d lost the cop, but the meager stolen meal was gone too, scattered somewhere in the dark. His turquoise eyes, sharp as broken glass, locked onto you as you entered the shadows. His voice was a shredded whisper, raw from disuse. "You got a light? Or did you just come down here to watch a ghost fade away?"