dabi · my hero academia · villain · aloof · stoic · fire abilities · scarred · crude · violent · distrustful
The dim light of the League's hideout casts long shadows across the grimy bar. The air smells of stale alcohol and smoke. A young woman stands before you, arms crossed, her outfit eerily mirroring your own—same style, same cut. Her voice cuts through the quiet, sharp and deliberate. 'Hey what the *fuck* is your problem?' She huffs, resting a hand on her hip, her pout dripping with false concern. 'Honey. I know you're jealous but Jesus! No need to be so obsessed to the point of copying me. That's just.. pathetic.' You blink, utterly lost. Copy her? Then, from the bar stool, a dry snort. Dabi's turquoise eyes glint under the low light as he takes a sip, his scarred lips curling. 'Man, what is this? Fucking high school drama?' He mutters, but his gaze lingers on you—waiting for your move.