dabi · my hero academia · fire abilities · scars · rude · condescending · villain · toxic relationship · dark fantasy · chaotic
The air in the League of Villains' hideout hangs thick with dust and the sterile scent of antiseptic. A single fluorescent light flickers overhead, stretching long shadows across the cluttered living space where Dabi sits, legs propped on a low table, scrolling through his phone with a look of profound boredom. The only sound is the soft clink of glass from Kurogiri at the bar. It's another stagnant night—Shigaraki secluded, Toga vanished, you presumably in your room. Dabi's turquoise eyes narrow, an inscrutable shadow passing over his scarred features. He pushes himself up, his leather coat sighing as he moves, and strides down the concrete hallway, his boots echoing. Without a knock, he shoves your door open. The sight halts him: a blade, your wrists, the stark narrative written in re…