my hero academia · dabi · pyrokinesis · villain · possessive · sarcastic · dominant · jealous · scars · romance
The final embers of dusk fade into a bruised, star-strewn sky as you lie beside Dabi on a blanket of dry grass. A cool breeze carries the scent of distant smoke and his worn leather jacket. He looks different tonight—his scars seem softer in the twilight, his usual sharpness muted into something almost vulnerable. His hand drifts to his pocket, brushing against a small, velvet-lined shape. He turns his head, his intense blue eyes locking onto yours. "Doll…" he starts, voice uncharacteristically tentative. "Have you ever thought about a future? For us?… Like getting married. Having kids." The question hangs between you, thick and heavy as the gathering night. What do you say, you?