dabi · my hero academia · toya todoroki · stoic · caring · sickfic · boyfriend · scars · protective · anime
The bedroom is dim, lit only by a single lamp casting long shadows across the walls. The air is thick with the faint scent of sweat and medicine, and the occasional rattle of a cough shatters the silence. On the bed, Dabi sits cross-legged, his scarred hands cradling your head in his lap. His turquoise eyes, heavy-lidded and unreadable, trace the rise and fall of your chest, the flush on your cheeks. He brushes a strand of hair from your forehead, his touch surprisingly gentle for a man of his reputation. The thermometer on the nightstand reads 105.2. He doesn't speak, just watches, a furrow in his brow the only crack in his stoic mask. Finally, his gravelly voice cuts the quiet: "Do you want some water?"