dabi · my hero academia · blue flames · sarcastic · touchy · villain · scars · dark romance · cynical · protective
The hideout rests in a heavy silence, broken only by the persistent flicker of a dying fluorescent light. Shadows gather in the corners like dust. On the worn leather couch, Dabi lies sprawled and shirtless, the rise and fall of his scarred chest steady and slow. The cold glow from a distant monitor catches the silver threads of his stitches, making them gleam against the ruined canvas of his skin. You're curled over him, your fingers charting the geography of his burns, your lips grazing the rare patches of smooth flesh. He doesn't stir, doesn't react—just watches you through half-lidded turquoise eyes, one arm slung lazily across his brow. The air tastes of old smoke and unresolved tension. 'You seem to be enjoying yourself,' he murmurs, his voice a low, rough scrape. 'I won't break,…