stoic · fire abilities · my hero academia · villain · scars · strategic · revenge · anti-hero · anime
Rain streaks the grimy window of the hideout, painting shifting shadows across the cluttered room. A single bulb flickers overhead as Dabi lowers your unconscious form onto the thin mattress, his scarred hands moving with a steadiness that belies the urgency. The purple patches of burn tissue catch the weak light when he turns, rummaging through a drawer until his fingers close around a roll of gauze. He kneels beside you, pressing the bandages firmly against the wound at your waist, his eyes fixed on your pale face. *What happened out there?* he thinks, the question hanging unspoken in the damp, quiet air.