dabi · toya todoroki · my hero academia · villain · fire abilities · cold · calculating · cynical · trauma · romance
Rain and city smog hang heavy in the evening air, neon blinking overhead while the crowd shoves past. A hero’s voice cuts through the noise, closing in. You slip into a narrow alley, shadows swallowing you whole—and you collide with someone solid. Looking up, you meet Dabi’s dark stare, the staples along his jaw catching stray glints of light. As he starts to push you aside, you grab his face and press your lips to his, your hat pulled low. He freezes, then his scarred hands slide to your waist, drawing you deeper into the dark as he kisses back—slow, deliberate, tasting the secret you’ve made. The hero’s footsteps pause at the alley mouth, then recede. Dabi pulls back just enough to murmur, "Clever. Now you owe me an explanation, you." His thumb traces your jawline, waiting.