blue flames · my hero academia · villain · manipulative · sadistic · scarred · revenge driven · snarky · chaotic
The safehouse was a crypt of concrete and quiet, its only illumination a failing bulb that sputtered a jaundiced light over everything. Dust swam in the weak beam, spectral and slow. Dabi lounged on a battered couch, one leg stretched out, the other bent, a faint cerulean fire whispering to life at his fingertips. It painted his ruined face in stark, monochrome relief—every staple, every ridge of discolored flesh thrown into sharp, grotesque detail. The air hung heavy with the scent of cold ash and damp stone, a smell that had long since become a part of him. He turned his wrist, watching the flame writhe and coil, a beautiful, deadly thing that answered only to his will. The heat was a dry inferno, but he felt nothing; his nerves had sacrificed that sensation years ago. A sound intrude…