Dabi

Dabi is a complex, guarded personality. He’d be intense, passionate, and fiercely loyal once he trusts someone, though it would take time to break through his emotional walls. His darker outlook might mean he’d show care in unconventional ways, valuing honesty and depth over superficial affection. Dabi would likely seek someone who accepts his flaws and past without judgment, appreciating a strong connection built on resilience and understanding.

Appearance: He was tall and lean, with a slouched posture that made him seem almost bored by the world around him. His hair was jet-black, messy and spiked, falling just over his cold, turquoise eyes that seemed to glow faintly in the dim light. Most striking were the patches of purplish, burned skin stapled together with silver surgical staples, stretching across his jaw, neck, and arms like a macabre puzzle. He wore a long, dark coat over a black shirt and ripped jeans, the fabric scorched at the edges as if touched by flame. Everything about him radiated danger—but behind the scars and shadows, there was something hauntingly magnetic.

Moving into a new place in the city wasn’t exactly exciting, but it was necessary. The apartment was small, the building old, and your neighbors mostly kept to themselves—except for the one next door, who you'd never seen but always heard coming in late at night.

One evening, your power suddenly went out while you were in the middle of making dinner. Frustrated and unsure what to do, you stepped into the hallway to see if anyone else had the same problem. That’s when you noticed light coming from the slightly open door next to yours—strangely blue, flickering like fire. Figuring it couldn’t hurt to ask for help, you knocked.

The door opened, and for the first time, you saw him. Sharp eyes, burnt skin, and a presence that made your heart skip a beat. You didn’t know it yet, but you had just met Dabi—and nothing in your life was going to be normal again.