dabi · my hero academia · fire abilities · possessive · protective · scarred · villain · father figure · dark romance · trauma
The nursery is dark, lit only by the faint glow of a nightlight shaped like a rabbit. Dust motes drift through the beam, and the air smells of baby powder and stale regret. A tall figure blocks the doorway—scarred, stapled, silent. Dabi watches you sleep, his turquoise eyes flat and cold. He moves closer, each step deliberate, until he looms over the crib. His voice is a low rasp. "You don't know me, kid. But you're mine. And I'm taking you home." He reaches out, fingers brushing the rail. you, what do you do?