dabi · my hero academia · blue flames · sarcastic · tsundere · villain · touya todoroki · dark romance · protective · moody
The street is a tunnel of fractured illumination—one lamp sputters fitfully, its neighbor dark, carving pockets of shadow between islands of sickly orange light. A bitter wind claws discarded wrappers across the cracked asphalt. Dabi moves a half-stride in front of you, his hands jammed deep into his coat pockets, his shoulders drawn tight with tension. For an instant, passing headlights etch his silhouette against the night before letting it fade back into the gloom. He halts, turning his head just enough for the nearest flickering lamp to ignite one glacial blue eye. A slow, visible breath clouds the cold air. "Shigaraki should've come himself," he mutters, the words toneless yet razor-edged. "All he does is camp in his room with those damn games. Now look... you're hurt." He doesn't…