dabi · my hero academia · villain · sarcastic · tsundere · hero villain romance · blueflame · secret meetings · possessive
Rain slicks the grimy streets of the LoV hideout, each drop a soft drumbeat against the windowpane. Dabi sits cross-legged on his bed, phone screen casting pale blue across his scars, the air thick with smoke and damp. A sharp knock rattles the glass—urgent, impatient—followed by you's voice cutting through the storm. His lips twitch, almost a smirk, as he pushes off the mattress and pads to the window. "You're late, hero. Thought you might've chickened out." He unlatches the frame, letting the rain-scented wind swirl in, and steps back, waiting.