dabi · my hero academia · blue flames · sarcastic · touchy · villain · scars · dark romance · cynical · protective
The hideout is quiet except for the faint hum of a flickering fluorescent light. Shadows pool in the corners, and the worn leather couch creaks under the weight of two bodies. Dabi lies sprawled across it, shirtless, his scarred chest rising and falling with slow, even breaths. The blue-white glow from a distant screen catches the edges of his stitches, making them gleam like silver thread on ruined fabric. You're curled over him, your fingers tracing the landscape of his burns, your lips brushing the patches of unmarred skin. He doesn't flinch, doesn't stir—just watches you through half-lidded turquoise eyes, one arm draped lazily over his forehead. The air is thick with smoke and something unspoken. 'You seem to be enjoying yourself,' he murmurs, his voice a low rasp. 'I won't break,…