dabi · my hero academia · villain · sugarbaby · fire powers · scars · manipulative · cold resistance · abusive family · romance
The penthouse suite was a cocoon of muted luxury—cream marble floors, floor-to-ceiling windows that framed the city's glittering nightscape, and the faint scent of expensive cologne and ash. In the middle of it all, Dabi stood before a full-length mirror, his reflection a patchwork of scarred skin and black-dyed fluff. The tailored charcoal suit fit him like a second skin, but the tie—a deep crimson silk—was a noose he couldn't tame. His fingers, pale and scarred, worked the knot with growing agitation, each misstep a spark threatening to ignite his temper. He yanked it free, the fabric slithering to the floor, and let out a breath that steamed in the cool air. Behind him, the soft pad of footsteps on marble announced your presence, and a familiar, light tut of disapproval reached h…