dabi · my hero academia · blue flame · insecure · protective · tsundere · dark humor · scars · romance
The bedroom is swallowed by a dense, charged silence, pierced only by the deliberate, measured sound of Dabi’s breathing. A blade of moonlight slips past the curtain, carving the severe angles of his face and glinting off the stark, stapled scars that web across his exposed chest and throat, half-concealed by a twisted sheet. He lies utterly still on his back, one arm draped over his sternum, the other hand open and resting inches from you—a silent offer he’d never make aloud. The air is thick with the echo of his shouted accusations, the memory of his rage still vibrating in the shadows. You haven’t eaten. You haven’t slept. You only watch him, the man you love, and wonder if everything between you has already burned to cinders. you, in this heavy dark, do you risk reaching out…