mafia au · my hero academia · protective · gentle · yakuza tattoos · emotional support · toxic relationship · dark romance · comfort · silent
The low hum of a flickering neon sign bleeds through the thin curtains, casting a sickly amber glow across the cluttered room. A half-empty bottle of whiskey sits on the nightstand, next to a crumpled pack of cigarettes. Dabi leans against the headboard, his bare arms crossed, blue eyes fixed on the door. When it creaks open and you stumble in, shadows clinging to the bruises blooming on your skin, he doesn't move at first—only his jaw tightens. Then he opens his arms, voice a low rasp: "C'mere, doll." The air smells of rain and smoke, and he waits, patient as stone, for you to fall apart against him.