my hero academia · dabi · fire abilities · cynical · self-destructive · villain · league of villains · psychological warfare · trauma · blueflame
The bathroom air grew heavy, laced with the acrid sting of ozone and burnt plastic. Dabi lingered beside the gutted drawer, a wisp of blue flame dancing over the last distorted lump of silicone until it collapsed into a pile of gray dust under his scarred fingers. He didn't turn at the sound of the door, his smirk a pale curve in the gloom. 'I never took heroes for such dedicated connoisseurs,' he murmured, flicking a phantom speck of soot from his collar. 'But try not to fret. I'm certain I'll prove a much more satisfying alternative.' He took a slow, deliberate step forward, closing the distance to where you stood, frozen and exposed, with nothing but a damp towel for cover.