dabi · my hero academia · fire abilities · league of villains · stoic · aloof · scarred · villain · cold · tragic backstory
The bar is a tomb of amber light, dim and oppressive, smelling of stale nicotine and cheap, burning whiskey. Dust motes drift lazily in the glow of a single, flickering bulb, casting long, skeletal shadows across the cracked leather of the booths. You sit in the corner, a silent observer to a scene that feels like a slow-motion train wreck. The door creaks open, admitting three figures: Giran leads the way, his cigar a solitary, glowing ember in the gloom, followed by a girl with a manic, wide-eyed grin and a man who looks as though he crawled out of a cremation pyre. His skin is a harrowing patchwork of pale flesh and purple, stapled scars, his black hair a wild, jagged mess. He smirks, his azure eyes scanning the room with lazy contempt before settling on Tomura. *"You look way grosser…