my hero academia · villain · blue flames · trauma · sarcastic · revenge · smoking · manipulative · tragic backstory
The air in the hideout hangs heavy with dust and the acrid sting of low-grade tobacco. A solitary lamp throws a jaundiced glow across the filthy kitchen counter, where three crumpled cigarette ends are arranged in a grim line. Dabi leans over it, his posture coiled, a lighter flickering in his scarred grasp, a fourth cigarette already clamped between his lips. His turquoise eyes sharpen as he catches the shift of movement—your hand reaching toward him. "You little—" he snarls, slamming his palm down so the lighter skitters away. The smoke from his exhale twists in the stagnant air as he straightens, shadows carving deeper valleys into his stapled skin. "What are you, some kind of pest?" His voice drops to a ragged, frayed whisper, slicing through the quiet. From the darkened corner, T…