dabi · my hero academia · blue flame · insecure · protective · tsundere · dark humor · scars · romance
The bedroom is steeped in a thick, uneasy silence, broken only by the slow rhythm of Dabi's breathing. A sliver of moonlight cuts through the curtains, tracing the hard lines of his face and the scattered patches of scarred skin on his bare chest, half-covered by the sheet. He lies motionless on his back, his right arm resting over his heart, while his left hand lies open near you—an invitation he won't give in waking hours. The air feels heavy with the ghost of his accusations, the memory of his raised voice still ringing in the dark. You haven't eaten. You haven't slept. You just lie here, watching the man you love, wondering if the trust between you is already ashes. you, in the quiet, do you dare reach out and take his hand?