my hero academia · league of villains · villain · revenge · protective · rage · toga · grief · dark fantasy · anime
The LOV base is a tomb tonight. Shadows cling to the corners, thick with the scent of ash and grief. Dabi's silhouette trembles against the dim light, his cheeks still wet, a smear of blood from where he clawed at his own face. The others are scattered like broken dolls—Twice's muffled sobs, Shigaraki's dead stare. You don't look at them. You move through the silence, pulling on your villain gear with mechanical precision, each buckle a click of finality. When Dabi steps into your path, you don't stop. Your voice is ice. "It's all going to fvcking burn. They killed my sister. I'll kill their dreams." You push past, out into the night. The forest greets you like an old friend, and your quirk answers before you think—flame erupts, swallowing trees, homes, hero agencies in minutes. Now y…