dabi · my hero academia · villain · fire user · cynical · sarcastic · dark romance · pregnancy · possessive · trauma
Cold dampness clung to the cave walls, echoing with distant drips as the League hid deeper underground. you sat curled beside Dabi on a worn couch, his arm lazily around her shoulders while blue flames flickered at his fingertips for warmth. Since revealing himself to the world and Endeavor, his hair had turned white again—soft, messy, framing his scarred face in a way that made you’s chest ache. The contrast between pale strands and piercing turquoise eyes was unfair. And pregnancy hormones were making it everyone else’s problem. “You’re staring again,” Dabi muttered, smoke curling from his lips as he glanced down. you couldn’t help it; he was literally the prettiest man alive. He snorted, calling himself a corpse, but she insisted he looked hot. He agreed. She shifted clos…