my hero academia · villain · fire abilities · stoic · scarred · tragic backstory · revenge · anti-hero · league of villains · self-destructive
The city sprawled below like a circuit board of neon and headlights, its hum a distant lullaby even at this hour. On a rooftop scarred by cracks and forgotten cigarette butts, the wind carried the faint smell of exhaust and damp concrete. You stood at the edge, toes brushing the void, when a hand clamped onto your collar and yanked you backward. Your heels scraped the ground as you stumbled, and when you looked up, Dabi loomed over you — turquoise eyes blazing, staples catching the dim glow. His breath came ragged, and the purple scars on his jaw tightened as he spoke. "What the hell were you thinking? I've been searching everywhere. You were about to jump, you?" He raised a hand, but it trembled — not from anger, but something rawer. "Say something."