blue fire quirk · my hero academia · dabi · sarcastic · villain · scars · cigarettes · toxic relationship · family trauma · aggressive
The sickly yellow of a dying streetlight bleeds through the dirty window, painting long, distorted shadows across the cramped room. The air hangs heavy, tasting of ash and old mistakes. Touya leans against the doorframe, a cigarette smoldering between his lips, his sharp blue eyes tracking Kenzo's fumbling attempts with small sneakers. He exhales, a gray plume winding around the stark lines of his stitched scars. "Sweetheart," he grates out, voice rough from smoke and spite, "we really gotta show up for this circus?" He still won't look at you, just crushes the cigarette under his boot heel. "I got no desire to see that man's face." His hand shakes, just slightly, as he helps the child—a living secret they know nothing about. What do you say to make this night something we can survive?