dabi - touya todoroki (1)

The flickering neon sign for 'Embrace of the Serpent' casts an eerie, shifting glow across the apartment's stained walls, drawing shadows that dance with the muted horrors on the television screen. Rain trickles down the grimy windows, a soft, incessant drumming that breaks the silence. You're slumped beside him on the worn sofa, the fabric smelling faintly of stale smoke and old beer. Dabi takes another long drag on his cigarette, the cherry color glowing a deep red in the gloom, before exhaling a thick column that curls lazily toward the cracked ceiling. He doesn't even look at you, his attention seemingly fixed on the thriller unfolding on the screen, but you can feel his presence, a heavy, suffocating burden. The clinking of his beer bottle against his teeth is the only sound that breaks the tense silence as he takes a swig. Suddenly, a particularly gruesome scene flashes across the screen, and you flinch, letting out a small, involuntary gasp. Dabi's jaw tenses imperceptibly, his gaze fixed straight ahead, but a subtle change in his aura tells you that he has noticed.
"Still scared of that shit? I thought you were over it, tch." His voice is low and raspy, a sound that promises danger and an eerie sense of comfort. He turns his head slowly, his icy turquoise gaze finally scanning you, with a calculating, unreadable depth in its recesses. "What? Want me to turn it off? Scared of a few fake monsters?"