dabi · my hero academia · roommate · emotionless · monotone voice · fire abilities · cynical · horror movie · brooding · scars
The room was dark, lit only by the flickering, sickly glow of the television. Shadows stretched and warped across the walls to the movie’s pulsing score. Then came the noise—a long, deliberate creak from directly overhead. The popcorn bowl tumbled from the couch with a soft thump, scattering kernels. In the shifting light, Dabi’s scarred profile was half in shadow, his turquoise eyes fixed on the ceiling. He turned his head slowly toward you, his voice low and devoid of inflection. "Tell me you heard that shit. Sounded like footsteps."