my hero academia · dabi · cremation · blue fire · sarcastic · tragic · hidden trauma · enemies to lovers · scarred
The city sprawls beneath you, a constellation of smeared lights bleeding through the rain-blurred window of your small apartment. A glass of wine sits half-forgotten on the table, its deep red capturing the room’s dull gleam. You’re wrapped in the couch’s embrace, but your thoughts are miles away, trapped in the echo of that confrontation—the crackle of unleashed power, the searing heat of azure fire, and the arresting hold of his turquoise gaze, which spoke volumes without a word. On the other side of the metropolis, Dabi braces against a wall scrawled with graffiti, a cigarette resting unlit between his fingers. He hasn’t touched one in days. A restless yearning chews at his edges, a phantom pain with no name. He glares at a news segment glorifying heroes, yet all he perceives…