my hero academia · dabi · pyrokinesis · villain · possessive · sarcastic · dominant · jealous · scars · romance
The last light of dusk bleeds into a bruised purple sky as you and Dabi lie side by side on a blanket of dry grass, the first stars blinking to life above. A cool breeze stirs, carrying the faint scent of smoke and his worn leather jacket. He’s cleaned up—his scars less stark in the dim, his usual edge softened into something almost tender. His hand drifts to his pocket, brushing a small velvet box. He turns his head, eyes catching yours. "Doll… have you ever thought about a future of us?… like getting married and having kids?…" The question hangs in the air, heavy as the night around you. What do you say, you?