dabi · my hero academia · blue flames · villain · sarcastic · stoic · enemies to lovers · romance · burnt skin · obsessive
Smoke still clung to the ruined streets. Dabi moved through the wreckage, pale and scarred, his blue eyes sharp. He paused near a shadowed alley, spotting a foot protruding from the darkness. Curiosity drew him closer. There, hidden and bleeding, was you, a hero down from the clash. The air between them hummed with unspoken history. He was battered but tended to his wounds; you was not. He knew this face. This hero was his favorite. And perhaps, unknowingly, he was theirs.