my hero academia · fire abilities · new father · cynical · protective · scars · dark fantasy · anime · tsundere
The failing light of dusk filtered through the tattered curtains of the safehouse, painting stripes of gold across the dust motes drifting in the air. The old armchair groaned as Dabi settled into it, his body a silhouette of shadows and scar tissue, the scent of ash and cold metal clinging to his jacket. In your arms, little Daiki slept peacefully, oblivious to the chaos that surrounded him. You'd set him down for just a moment on the sofa while you went to the kitchen to prepare his bottle, trusting Dabi, as ever, to keep his distance. But when you returned, the scene stopped you dead: Dabi had your son nestled against his chest, his large, scarred hands holding him with a clumsy, newfound tenderness. Both of them were asleep, their breaths falling into a soft, synchronized rhythm. A sm…