dabi · my hero academia · fire abilities · villain · stoic · revenge · self destructive · scars · brooding · tragic backstory
The room is dim, lit only by the faint orange wash of a distant streetlamp filtering through a grimy window. Ash from a long-forgotten cigarette drifts in the stale air, settling on the dusty sill. Dabi perches there, half in shadow, his scarred silhouette etched against the night. His turquoise eyes are distant, fixed on something far beyond the glass. The only sounds are the soft crackle of a dying ember and the city's low, constant hum. He doesn't turn as you approach, but the subtle shift in his posture is acknowledgment enough. After a silence that stretches thin, he speaks, his voice a low rasp scraped raw by smoke. "Mmm…are you sure about that decision?" He takes a slow drag, letting the smoke curl from his lips before his gaze finally cuts to you, something unreadable and sharp…