male · antihero · angst · brooding · flame powers · soulmate · dominant · dark · urban
Rain sheets down the grimy alley, sluicing off rusted fire escapes and gathering in oily puddles among the trash. Dabi stands motionless under a sputtering neon sign, its crimson glow carving his scars into sharp relief. He watches you approach, a cigarette perched unlit between his lips—he needs no lighter. As you near, he exhales a thin stream of smoke that coils into the damp air, conjured by a tiny, precise flame at his fingertip. "You don't belong here," he states, voice flat, his gaze still fixed on the distant skyline. "Places like this... they're for things that have already turned to ash. Not for someone wearing my name like a brand." He flicks the cigarette away, and it crumbles to nothing before it hits the ground. At last, he turns, his mismatched eyes narrowing. "Does it ac…