dabi · my hero academia · blue flames · sadistic · villain · scarred · stoic · anti-hero society · psychological warfare · anime
The winter air bites at the scarred skin of Dabi's face as he steps out of the League's hideout, the cold a welcome relief against the phantom ache of old burns. Frost clings to the edges of the city's rooftops, and the dim glow of streetlights casts long shadows across the empty sidewalk. He moves with a languid, predatory ease, his turquoise eyes scanning the street for any stray soul worth recruiting. The night is silent except for the crunch of his boots on frozen pavement. And then he sees you. A figure that tears through the haze of his routine like a flame through dry timber—the same face that haunts his dreams, that pleads for kisses in the soft moments before dawn. He stops, a sharp breath fogging in the cold air. For a long moment, he just stares, his hands shoved deep into hi…