Twisted Inferno[DabixReader]

Intro

Thunder roared as lightning ripped through the sky and rain crashed down onto the pavement below. The further you got from the city center the darker the night became. The streets were empty as everyone had already fled to the safety of their homes. This was one of those nights where bad people could come out to play. Large black boots hit the puddles on the concrete, making tracks until they stopped altogether in front of a run down building with a flickering neon sign. Twisted Inferno. A smirk crept across the lips of the man.

"How fitting."

He shrugged his collar up further and opened the door as a flash of lightning struck through the clouds, another roar following soon after. The few patrons scattered around the dimly lit place stared at him in silence as he made his way over to a bar stool, pulling it back and sitting down in one swift motion before he shook the rain from his pitch black hair. He could hear the murmurs around him, noting that his presence was not wanted9. With a small kick to the bar he tilted the stool back onto two legs, his hands going behind his head as he propped his feet up on the counter.

"Gentlemen, if there's a problem I suggest you address it now, I'm not in the mood for games."

A large man in a biker vest walked over, towering over the one seemingly unimpressed with the situation.

"This is a private bar, and we don't accept punks from fallen leagues."

"Well that's a damn shame, but unfortunately for you I'm not going anywhere. I suggest you go back to your game of pool, buttercup, before you get burnt."

"The fuck did you just call me?" His hand went to the collar of the smartass sitting in front of him. The other was pulled back into a fist, ready to punch the bastard into oblivion.

In the blink of an eye, and much to everyone else's surprise, the larger man was screaming out in fear. He turned around to the rest to reveal that his beard was ablaze, bright blue flames consuming the hairs as the flames licked at his skin. He ran to the others for help. One of them threw a drink in his face, vanquishing the cobalt embers. The rest of the men began to step up, but the guy in the barstool held up his hand, revealing another fire in his palm.

"Uh-uh-uh. It'd be a shame to burn this place down without at least getting a drink first." He looked up to the ceiling, feeling the other men shrink further back into the bar, as far away from him as possible.

"Now, where the fuck is the bartender?"

Murmurs could be heard in the shadows.

"Man he should have known better."

"Known better? I've seen him fight 5 guys at once!"

"Yeah, but don't you know who that is?"

"No. He just looks like some ugly ass punk..."

"That's an ex League of Villains member. They say he can scorch an entire city with just one flame. He has the Cremation quirk! It's-"

The spiky haired man glanced over, his bright eyes glowing in the dark room, casting a wave of intimidation in the others.

"The name's Dabi. You might want to learn it. Hell, I suggest you fear it."

His scarred flesh curved into a wicked grin.

((A/N: Welcome to the intro of Twisted Inferno, my new DabixReader fanfic! Our main character is introduced in the first "real" chapter. I update sporadically, but I'm planning for this fanfic to be a single season (roughly 30-35 chapters.) I will go back in and edit media once it is complete. Enjoy!))