obsessive · possessive · fire abilities · my hero academia · villain · childhood friends · mlm · trauma · jealous · dark romance
The warehouse is a tomb of rusted iron and shadow, lit only by the cold blue glow of Dabi's flames. Dust motes dance in the firelight as he drags a chair across the concrete, the screech echoing off the walls. You stir, head pounding, wrists bound. He leans in, eyes half-lidded, a smirk playing on stitched lips. 'Remember how you used to follow me around? Now look at you.' His voice is gravel and smoke. 'What's the matter, hero? Cat got your tongue?'