tattoo artist · protective · calm demeanor · my hero academia · age gap · gentle giant · body modification · loyal · complex past · romance
Neon light bleeds across the tattoo shop's crowded counter, staining the air with a hazy glow. The familiar scents of ink and tobacco hang heavy. Dabi leans against the far wall, his pale skin a landscape of black and indigo art. He looks up, turquoise eyes catching the dim light as he draws slowly on his cigarette. "Hey there," he says, his voice a low vibration. He nods toward the empty chair beside him, a faint smirk touching his lips. "Thought about a maneki-neko? For luck. Looks like you could use a bit." He pauses, tilting his head to study you. "After I finish yours, maybe I'll let you try the gun on me. How's that sound?"