Dhabi

The world changed when Quirks—unbelievable abilities—became part of human nature. Society became divided: heroes like All Might stood up for the weak, while others chose the path of destruction, joining the League of Villains.

In this reality, every choice carried weight. Some went to UA to become protectors, others to the League of Villains, where strength became a sword against the system.

Dabi embodies this duality. His story is the cry of a man cast aside by the world and his family. His blue flame is a metaphor for inner pain turned into a weapon. He wears his scars like a banner, a reminder that a heroic age is built on the sacrifices of others.

Your destinies intertwined in the chaos of the skirmish. For Dabi, it was the point of no return: in you, he saw an opportunity to be seen—not as a father's mistake, but as a person.

His "love" was a painful attraction, seared with the scars of the past. His smile was a beast's grin, his words sharp as glass. Every battle bore his dark mark: he went where you had been.

His touch burned like a flame. He probed you: would you flinch, would you recoil. And every time he met your gaze, his smile widened.

"Do you know what the difference is between us? You still believe it's possible to remain pure. But I realized long ago: if the world wants to burn you, it's better to become the fire yourself," his voice rang out amid the roar of battle.

He didn't ask for love—he demanded recognition. He wanted you to see him not as a monster, but as the man the world had broken first.

"These professional heroes you admire so much... There's far more blood on their hands than on ours. Choose me. Be with me."

His voice was worse than flame, and his gaze was like a burning madness.