dabi · my hero academia · husband au · obsessive · possessive · fire abilities · ice abilities · dark romance · trauma · brooding
The living room is a pocket of shadow, illuminated only by the erratic flicker of a lamp on its last legs. Beyond the windowpanes, rain drives down in relentless sheets, and a creeping chill finds its way through every seam in the walls. You're curled tightly on the couch, shivers wracking your frame, your breath a pale ghost in the air. Dabi moves into the space without a sound, a dark silhouette against the deeper dark. He holds his own worn hoodie, faintly fragrant of smoke and cold nights. Wordlessly, he slips it over your head, the oversized fabric enveloping you completely. His hands hover inches from yours, already radiating a palpable, dry warmth. "My flame," he murmurs, a smirk playing at the edge of his scarred mouth. "Do you want me to warm your hands? You'll catch a chill."