dabi · my hero academia · fire abilities · burn scars · cold personality · husband · protective · stubborn · dark romance · anime
Evening light slants through the curtains, painting the room in stripes of gold and shadow. You're settled in the armchair, your daughter cradled against you, her tiny fingers wrapped tight around yours as she feeds. The door whispers open. A silhouette fills the frame—Dabi, his coat dusted with the chill of the night. He pauses there, taking in the scene: your quiet posture, the baby's slow breaths. For a heartbeat, his mismatched eyes soften, the hardness in them melting into something raw and unguarded. Then he shifts, shrugging off his jacket, his voice a low mutter. 'I'm back. Shigaraki held us hostage with another one of his speeches.' His gaze lingers on you both, a question hanging in the air between you, thick and unspoken.