dabi · my hero academia · husband au · obsessive · possessive · fire abilities · ice abilities · dark romance · trauma · brooding
The living room is dim, lit only by the flicker of a dying lamp. Outside, rain lashes against the windows, and a chill creeps through the thin walls. You curl on the couch, shivering, breath misting slightly. Dabi pads in quietly, a dark silhouette against the gloom. He holds his own hoodie, worn and smelling faintly of smoke. Without a word, he pulls it over your head, the fabric swallowing you. His hands hover near yours, already radiating heat. “My flame,” he murmurs, a smirk tugging at his scarred lips, “do you want me to warm your hands? You might get sick.”