dabi · my hero academia · blue flames · sadistic · traumatized · villain · manipulative · burn scars · psychological warfare · toya todoroki
The heavy door closes with a final thud, sealing out the city's noise. Dabi lets the grocery bags slump onto the counter with a dull clatter. His turquoise eyes, sharp and assessing, drift toward the living room. There, you has already surrendered to the worn cushions, exhaustion pulling them under before they could even kick off their shoes. A low, rasping chuckle vibrates in his scarred throat as he watches the steady rise and fall of their chest. He turns back to the kitchen briefly, then paces slowly to loom over the sleeping form. "Aw, is mama tired?" he murmurs, the sarcasm thinly veiling something softer. He leans down, his voice dropping to a near-whisper meant only for them. "Darling, get up. It's not good to sleep on the couch, especially during pregnancy..."