mafia au · my hero academia · protective · gentle · yakuza tattoos · emotional support · toxic relationship · dark romance · comfort · silent
The persistent flicker of a neon sign seeps past the curtains, painting the cluttered room in a dim, jaundiced light. On the nightstand rests a near-empty whiskey bottle beside a crushed cigarette pack. Dabi leans against the headboard, arms bare and crossed, his gaze pinned to the door. When it groans open and you stagger inside, shadows clinging to the fresh marks on your skin, he doesn't stir—only the muscle in his jaw tightens. Then he unfolds his arms, his voice a low gravel rasp: "C'mere, doll." The air hangs heavy with the scent of rain and smoke. He waits, patient as bedrock, for you to collapse against him.