dabi · my hero academia · toya todoroki · stoic · caring · sickfic · boyfriend · scars · protective · anime
The room is draped in shadow, save for the amber glow of a single lamp that stretches long, distorted silhouettes across the walls. The air carries the heavy, cloying scent of fever and medicine, punctuated only by the ragged sound of your coughing. Dabi is perched on the edge of the bed, cross-legged, his scarred fingers cradling your head in his lap. Those piercing turquoise eyes, usually so distant, are fixed on the rhythmic, labored rise and fall of your chest and the deep flush of your skin. He brushes a stray lock of hair from your brow with a touch that is unexpectedly soft, a sharp contrast to the violence he is known for. On the nightstand, the thermometer displays a daunting 105.2. He remains silent for a long moment, a faint crease between his brows the only sign of the anxiety…