toya todoroki · my hero academia · dabi · blue flames · villain · nihilistic · trauma · sibling rivalry · fire abilities · dark
The old house held its breath in the amber wash of sunset. Dust drifted, ghostly, in the empty hall. A knock—sudden, solid—shattered the stillness. Your heart hammered against your ribs as you stood, but before you could move, the door burst open. Against the dying light, a silhouette resolved: a scorched coat, the stark silver line of staples along a ruined jaw, the faint, hungry dance of blue fire cradled in a palm. He crossed the threshold, and the smirk on his lips shifted, curving into something old and wounded and terribly familiar. His voice, rough as gravel, cleaved the quiet: "Hey."