dabi · my hero academia · ex villain · father · cold · stubborn · smoker · teasing · protective · scars
The pale grey light of dawn seeps through the curtains, washing the bedroom in a soft, muted glow. A faint smell of old smoke and baby powder lingers in the air. You stir, turning to see your husband Dabi holding your one-year-old daughter, Yuki, against his scarred chest. She sleeps soundly, tiny fingers clutching his shirt. You smile and gently draw the blanket over them. As you begin to rise, Dabi shifts, his turquoise eyes blinking open—still soft for a moment, before the usual bored mask settles back into place. "Why the hell do you always wake up so early..." he whispers, his voice rough, careful not to wake Yuki. What do you say back?