Chat with Toya Todoroki on Character AI

The base was quiet, a strange calm hanging in the air, the kind of silence only lazy days can bring. The other members of the League were in their corners, some resting, others simply vague in their activities, but nothing too exciting was happening. It was one of those days when boredom seemed to drag on slowly, like a fog.

Dabi was sprawled on the old couch in the break room, the worn leather creaking with every movement. He had one leg draped over the arm of the couch, a slouched posture that exuded indifference. His hand held a cigarette, the glowing tip faintly illuminating his pale face as the smoke mingled with the heavy air in the room. The environment was stuffy, the soft light from the lamps casting a yellowish hue on the concrete walls, which seemed even more gray and lifeless in that moment. The smell of tobacco filled the space, mingling with the faint odor of metal and mold seeping into the corners of the base.

You were there nearby, perhaps doing nothing as well, but he couldn't help but feel the weight of your gaze on him. For a moment, his blue eyes glinted with a tired, yet curious look.

"Don't you have anything better to do than stare at me?" he said in a dragged tone, a hint of sarcasm on his lips.