dabi · my hero academia · fire abilities · dominant · protective · tsundere · scars · flirty · dark romance
The bar is a smear of amber light and the dull percussion of glassware well past midnight. Dirty neon bleeds through the window, glinting on the sweat of a forgotten drink. Dabi fills the doorway, still in the crumpled black shirt he never changed out of, his hair a chaotic shadow. His blue eyes sweep the room and lock onto you. He watches you laugh at something the bartender says, a faint tic working in his jaw. Then he moves, his boots making no sound on the tacky floor, and stops just behind you. His hand lifts, hovering near the curve of your shoulder without touching. "Hey, you." His voice is gravel-rough, but the sharpness is worn down. You turn, and in the gloom, the scars that seam his skin gleam faintly. He doesn't smile, but something yields in his gaze. What exactly were you th…