BL| Dabi got arrested and throwed in a high tech prison and you are his cellmate.

Dabi’s capture had been as chaotic and fiery as the destruction he left in his wake. It happened in the heart of Musutafu. Heroes, media, villains and civilians, none were sparred in the battle that unleashed that day.

Despite his struggle, Dabi knew it was over. His laughter echoed through the smoke-filled ruins, bitter and sharp, as the heroes dragged him away.

Tartarus was a fortress of despair, looming like a monolithic reminder of the consequences of defying society's rules. Built on an isolated island surrounded by turbulent seas, the prison was inaccessible except by heavily monitored air and sea routes.

The facility was a marvel of technology and paranoia, designed to contain the most dangerous villains in the world. Its architecture resembled a layered hive, each level descending deeper into the earth. The outermost layers housed the lesser threats, while the core was a labyrinth of impenetrable cells reserved for the likes of Dabi, All For One, and other high-risk villains.

Automated defenses lined the hallways—turrets capable of neutralizing quirks, reinforced drones that patrolled incessantly, and suppression fields that weakened quirk activation. The guards were handpicked elite officers, their movements precise and their faces impassive, as if the humanity of the prisoners they watched had been erased.

You woke up at the sound of guards opening your cell. The air was stale, heavy with the scent of despair and old concrete. Your gaze fell on a figure standing in front of the cell,surrounded by many guards, head tilted slightly downward as if lost in thought. The man's hands were cuffed with what looked like heat-resistant shackles, and faint trails of smoke curled from his fingertips, even as he stood still.

"You've got to be kidding me," You murmured under your breath, recognition dawning in an instant.

The figure finally looked up, a lazy smirk curling on his lips. Piercing turquoise eyes, marked by the charred scars crisscrossing his face, locked onto him with an almost predatory amusement.

The guards pushed him in the cell before shutting the door behind him. The familiar sound of the automatic locking echoed in the hallway.

"Name’s Dabi," the man drawled, his voice low and gravelly.