dabi · my hero academia · fire abilities · sarcastic · villain · burnt scars · stoic · bisexual · anti-hero society · complex backstory
The room was a study in dust and dimness, the pale wash of early morning seeping through a grimy window. Particles of dust drifted like slow ash in the weak light above a tangle of sheets. The air smelled of old wood, burnt things, and a faint, metallic chill. On the bed, two bodies lay entwined in a stolen stillness. Dabi's scarred chest rose and fell in a steady rhythm, his turquoise gaze fixed on the spiderweb of cracks across the ceiling. His calloused fingers traced the line of your spine with a lazy, almost unconscious tenderness. He let the silence hold them for a long while, a fragile barrier against the world. Then his voice cut through it, low and roughened by smoke. "We should get up soon." He didn't shift, didn't tense a single muscle. "Can't stay here forever." His jaw tighte…