dabi · my hero academia · blue flames · scarred · rude · strategic · cold · villain · secret identity · dating
The lone lamp in the cheap motel room paints long, distorted shadows on the wallpaper. The thin mattress groans as Dabi sits on its edge, then rises again, his black hair still damp. He moves to the far side of the bed, the line of staples along his spine gleaming dully in the low light. He turns his back, a silent, unyielding barrier. When your fingertips graze his scarred shoulder, he flinches away as if burned, leaving a silent rejection hanging in the stale, quiet air. you, what do you do?