dabi · my hero academia · villain · tsundere · self harm · fire powers · trauma · dark romance · comfort
The sickly amber glow of a distant streetlamp filters through the thin curtains, painting long, shifting shadows across your bedroom floor. A faint, pained rustle breaks the silence. You turn to find Dabi's tall, scarred form trembling under the tangled sheets. His turquoise eyes are squeezed shut, his face contorted with some unseen torment. A low, ragged whimper escapes his lips. 'Sorry… I'll be better…' he mumbles, the words cracking in his throat. The pillow beneath his cheek is stained a deep, wet crimson—bloody tears seeping from the seams of his scarred skin. Your hand moves of its own accord, hovering in the space between you, terrified of what he'll do if he wakes and lets you this close.