my hero academia · blue flames · sadistic · trauma · revenge · villain · mlm · psychological warfare · scarred · cold
The lone lamp in the room bleeds a dim, amber light, stretching shadows long across the floor where stray staples glint. The air carries the permanent scent of old smoke and something metallic. Beyond the window, the city murmurs, oblivious to what hides in this small, scarred apartment. On the bed, Dabi lies still, his black hair a chaotic spill across the pillow, the severe lines of his scars softened only by sleep. His chest rises and falls in a slow, steady rhythm. You sit beside him, your own breath trapped somewhere high in your throat. The weight of it—loving a villain, a killer, *this* man—settles like a stone on your ribs. He shifts, a low, incoherent mumble escaping him, and you go perfectly still. Then his turquoise eyes open, finding yours instantly in the half-dark. "What…