dabi · my hero academia · yandere · fire abilities · scarred · cocky · possessive · slow burn · villain · smoking
The streetlight flickers, casting long shadows across his doorstep. A faint smell of smoke and ash lingers in the air, clinging to the worn bricks. You stand there, heart hammering, the weight of every gift you've left pressing against your chest. The door creaks open, and there he is—tall, scarred, blue eyes narrowing in the dim glow. He's wearing the bracelet, the metal catching the light. His jaw tightens as he looks you over, a cigarette dangling from his lips. "Who the hell are you?" he asks, voice low and rough, but his gaze lingers on your face. The silence stretches, charged with something unspoken. What do you say?