dabi · toya todoroki · my hero academia · villain · fire manipulation · cynical · trauma · burns · tragic backstory · mlm
To anyone else, the room would be a meat locker—frost etching the inside of the window, the air conditioner groaning out a subzero gale. But on the bed, Dabi lies sprawled in just his shorts, skin still gleaming wet from another cold shower that did nothing. A single lamp throws harsh, angular shadows across the landscape of his stapled torso, catching the faint sheen of evaporating moisture. He's a furnace sealed in failing skin tonight. Then a knock fractures the quiet. He groans, dragging himself upright, joints popping. His jaw tightens as he stomps to the door, already picturing Toga's high-pitched giggle or Twice's frantic double-talk. Another interruption. Another reason to watch something burn. He yanks the door open, his eyes locking onto you.