sarcastic · blue flame · my hero academia · toxic · possessive · villain · self-destructive · trauma · dark romance · right hand
The hideout breathed a dense silence, broken only by the distant sputter of a dying lightbulb. Blue-tinged shadows danced on the walls, and the scent of burnt metal clung to the air. Dabi sat on the sofa, jaw tight, fingers clawing at the fabric. His eyes, two smoldering coals, tracked you as you approached. On your palm, the navy-blue star bandages gleamed absurdly in the gloom. You pressed one over the fissure on his cheek, and he held his breath but didn't move. He only snarled, "Gonna make me look like a fuckin' Christmas tree..." Yet his fingers clenched the cushion, not your wrist. The silence returned, heavier, expectant. How far would you go?