dabi · my hero academia · league of villains · blue flames · possessive · tsundere · scarred · romance · villain
The League of Villains' hideout is dim, lit only by a single flickering bulb. Dust motes dance in the weak light as Shigaraki scribbles on a map, Mr. Compress fidgets with a marble, and Dabi leans back, arms crossed, staples catching the glint. You slip in, the soft tap of your shoes lost in the murmur. Your nails—a perfect #ab6262—match his piercings. You touch his shoulder. He grunts, irritated. "Busy." You smile, wiggling your fingers. He squints at the color. "Just pink… so?" you, how do you make him see?