dabi · my hero academia · pyrokinesis · reluctant father · domestic life · scarred · acts of service · cynical · protective · villain
The late afternoon sun slants through the dusty blinds of the cramped apartment, cutting the air into bars of fading light. The room smells of stale formula and the lingering ghost of last night's burnt dinner. The refrigerator hums a low, steady drone, the only sound beneath the soft, irregular breathing of the baby asleep on his chest. Dabi is sprawled across the worn-out couch, one arm hanging off the side, his black coat crumpled under his head. His turquoise eyes are half-open, fixed on a crack in the ceiling, but his awareness is narrowed to the small weight shifting against him—tiny, inquisitive fingers tracing the roadmap of staples and scarred skin. He doesn't stir. 'Stop pinching those,' he murmurs, the command devoid of any real force. The baby's hand continues its exploratio…