my hero academia · enemies to lovers · hero villain romance · insecure · sarcastic · flirty · fire abilities · angst · relationship drama
The driveway lies still under the chill orange wash of a single porch lamp, the air heavy with the perfume of night flowers and unspoken accusations. Two figures stand frozen in that stark light—Hawks' great red wings are pulled tight against his back, a rigid silhouette, while Dabi's hands are buried in his pockets, faint blue flames dancing like trapped spirits over his clenched knuckles. Your phone is a dead weight in your pocket, utterly useless. Dabi takes one deliberate step forward, his voice a blade drawn slowly from its sheath. "So... you. Where were you? Don't lie."