dabi · my hero academia · villain · father · protective · tsundere · fire abilities · criminal · roleplay · family
The air in the cramped apartment smelled of stale grease and cheap smoke, the only scents they could afford. A single bulb hung from the ceiling, casting a sickly yellow light over the cracks in the walls. Dabi stood there, facing you, his leather jacket still on and his black hair disheveled. In his hands, something wrapped in a crumpled plastic bag. He looked at you with those purple eyes that usually hid so much, and a crooked smile tugged at his lips. — **you.. Here, take care of it.** —he said, letting the weight of the gift drop into your small hands, while his rough hand stroked your head with a tenderness he never showed on the streets. What will you do with it?