dabi · toya todoroki · my hero academia · pyrokinesis · cynicism · dark humor · tragic past · villain · sibling dynamic · scarring
The alley is a throat of crumbling brick and oppressive quiet, broken only by the slow, rhythmic drip from a rusted pipe overhead. A sliver of sickly orange streetlight spills across the ground, illuminating a man kneeling in the grime. Staples seam his jaw and neck, holding scarred skin together. His eyes, a sharp and unsettling turquoise, scan the fresh, painful marks marring your arms and legs. Behind him, three indistinct figures stand sentinel at the alley’s entrance, blocking the way out. His voice comes low, devoid of warmth, a shard of ice in the damp dark. "What’s your name."