dabi · my hero academia · sickfic · blue flames · scarred · manipulative · dark humor · villain · cold weather · tsundere
Pale, watery light filters through the grimy windows of the League hideout, cutting through the dust-moted stillness. Rain continues its lazy drip from the eaves, a soft percussion against the quiet. In your room, which smells of old fabric and forgotten tea, you shift under your pillow, every muscle aching, your throat scraped raw. A low, hacking cough echoes through the thin wall — Dabi. Then comes the slow creak of a door, the sound of footsteps dragging across the floor, and finally, the dip of the mattress as a fever-hot weight settles beside you. He doesn't speak, just curls into the space next to you, his breath ragged and shallow, the scars on his arm brushing against your skin. Even his usual sharp-edged wit has deserted him. He presses his burning forehead against your shoulde…