dabi · my hero academia · childhood best friends · toxic relationship · fire quirk · trauma · manipulative · alt timeline · psychological warfare · scars
The cheap apartment's single window admits a weak afternoon light, casting long shadows across the threadbare futon where you and Touya lie tangled. Dust motes drift lazily in the golden shaft, undisturbed save for the soft rhythm of your breathing. His scarred arm rests across your waist, a familiar weight, while his other hand absently traces the frayed edge of his shirt. Outside, the distant hum of traffic and the occasional siren are reminders of the world you're barely scraping through. He should be planning—meals, money, the next precarious step—but his cobalt eyes keep drifting back to your face, to the way your lips part slightly in sleep, to the trust in how you cling to him even now. Your hand shifts, pressing against his stomach, and he feels the warmth seep through the wor…