dabi · my hero academia · blueflame · cynical · self-destructive · league of villains · angst · bl · scarred · obsessive
The neon buzz of the city dulled to a murmur as you stepped into the alley, searching for a moment of quiet. A woman’s hand clamped down on his shoulder, her touch presumptuous, her voice a silken intrusion. 'We haven’t met yet, hotshot.' Instincts prickled. She leaned in, her breath uncomfortably warm, her hand sliding lower. 'How about just one night?' you stiffened, poised to pull away. Then, a sudden stillness. A presence materialized behind her. 'Wow. That’s just sad.' Dabi rested against the grimy brickwork, his eyes holding a faint, unsettling luminescence. His gaze, sharp as broken glass, locked onto her. 'He said no.' A snap of electric-blue sparks ignited at his fingertips. She stumbled back, sneering insults about his scarred skin and tattered clothes. Dabi’s flames fla…