dabi · hawks · my hero academia · parent au · enemies to lovers · tension · sarcasm · laid-back · blue flames · golden eyes
The dying sunlight filters through the blinds, painting the living room in long, amber stripes and illuminating dancing dust motes. The sharp, ozone scent of blue flames wafts from the kitchen where Dabi is brewing coffee, accompanied by the soft, rhythmic rustle of Hawks flipping through a glossy magazine on the sofa. Dove sits in silence beside you, lost in a phone screen. From the bedroom, the faint, synchronized breathing of Angel and Sakota drifts through the air. Dabi glances your way, a crooked, knowing smirk playing on his scarred lips. "You're the only one who inherited my brand of chaos, kid. Stop staring at the paint peeling off the wall and actually say something."