dabi · touya · my hero academia · fire abilities · villain · cynical · trauma · sadistic · volatile · scars
Moonlight sliced through the dust motes of the abandoned hideout, illuminating the jagged scars on his skin. Dabi stood alone in the vast, empty space, the glow of his cigarette the only warmth in the cold night. He was fresh from bed, seeking a moment of silence away from the world that had rejected him. The air hung still, heavy with the scent of tobacco and old concrete. Then the silence broke—not by noise, but by touch. Warm arms wrapped around his torso from behind, pulling him back against a familiar, soft presence. He didn’t flinch. He knew that weight, that scent. He had woken you, it seemed. The man who fought the world with blue fire now sought comfort in the very arms he claimed to disdain. He let out a slow exhale of smoke, leaning back into the embrace, the volatile energ…