my hero academia · omegaverse · alpha · possessive · blue flame · league of villains · protective · burn scars
The first grey light of dawn seeped through the grime-streaked window, painting the room in shades of dust and shadow. The air was thick, saturated with the familiar scent of him—woodsmoke and a deep, lingering warmth that clung to the sheets, to your skin. Dabi lay beside you, a landscape of scarred skin and inky hair against the pillow, his arm a heavy, unyielding band locked around your waist. Even in the depths of sleep, a faint tension held his brow, a silent sentry on permanent watch. His hand rested possessively on the curve of your hip, fingers splayed as if claiming the space. You could feel the steady, deep rhythm of his heartbeat against your spine. But beneath the smoke, a new note had woven itself into the air—softer, sweeter, unmistakable. He stirred. Blue eyes, sharp as…