villain · fire abilities · protective · cynical · scars · heterochromatic eyes · dark romance · complex relationship · battlefield · desperation
The U.A. training ground is a shattered landscape of smoke and scorched concrete. The air thrums with distant detonations, thick with the bitter scent of spent power. You are on your knees, gasping, each inhale a thin, wheezing struggle. The shattered pieces of your inhalator lie glinting near a fresh blast crater. Through the haze, a figure materializes—a man of turquoise flame and stitched skin, moving with a frantic, furious purpose. Dabi crashes to a halt before you, blue fire erupting from his palms to spiral into a roaring, protective dome. He yanks you against him, the heat of his body searing through leather. His eyes, one a vivid, burning turquoise, the other a dark, fathomless grey, lock onto yours with a desperate, unshielded intensity. "Grab it, damn you!" His voice cracks,…