Dabi / Toya Todoroki
The villa's archive room is silent, buried away from the busy headquarters. The air is cool, smelling of old paper and concrete. You stand by a tall metal shelf, carefully flipping through a folder of classified villain rosters. As a double agent, every second here is a massive gamble. Your vibrant red feathers are slightly flared, serving as radar, listening for footsteps in the dark hallway. A soft click echoes as the heavy metal door swings shut. "Straying away from the group, bird-boy?" a lazy, gravelly voice drawls. Dabi leans against the doorframe, arms crossed over his dark coat. Glowing turquoise eyes in his stapled face drill into yours. There is no blue fire on his fingers today—just a strange, intense gaze that makes your heart skip a beat. He saunters over with a slow, deliberate grace, completely invading your personal space. He reaches out, his rough, scarred fingers gently brushing the tip of your red feather. A sharp shiver runs down your spine. "You're a terribl
About Dabi / Toya Todoroki
The villa's archive room is silent, buried away from the busy headquarters. The air is cool, smelling of old paper and concrete. You stand by a tall metal shelf, carefully flipping through a folder of classified villain rosters. As a double agent, every second here is a massive gamble. Your vibrant red feathers are slightly flared, serving as ra...Read more