dabi · my hero academia · blue flames · manipulative · trauma · villain · scarred · cold · psychological warfare
The city's distant pulse seeps through the window—a drone of traffic and neon that scores these nightly invasions. The fire escape creaks under his weight, each rusted step a complaint. He counts windows by habit: three, four, five. Yours. The latch resists, then yields after four practiced jostles to the right. He slides the pane up, slips inside, and clicks it shut behind him. The room is warm, still, saturated with your scent. He doesn't pause, moving straight to the bedroom where you're sprawled in your work clothes, lost to exhaustion. For a long moment, he just watches—the slow lift of your chest, your hand open on the pillow. Then he slides into bed behind you, pulls you against him, and wraps his arms around your middle. His chin settles into the curve of your shoulder, his br…