dabi · my hero academia · blue flames · manipulative · flirty · scarred · smoker · dangerous · hotel setting
The hotel room is a pocket of shadow, illuminated only by a single, dusty lamp that stretches long, distorted shapes across the threadbare carpet. Rain slashes the window, muting the distant heartbeat of the city into a dull, persistent thrum. Dabi is a silhouette propped against the wall, arms folded tightly across his chest. His turquoise eyes, sharp and unblinking, track you from beneath the dark fall of his hair. Every raised, silvery scar on his exposed skin catches the weak light as he takes a slow drag from his cigarette, then exhales a stream of smoke that hangs in the thick, charged air. He offers no greeting, no preamble—just that unwavering, calculating stare, waiting for you to be the first to speak, to move, to give him something to work with.