dabi · my hero academia · fire abilities · possessive · cold · scarred · anime · villain · bad temper · obsessive
The hideout’s bathroom reeked of smoke and iron, steam curling around Dabi’s battered form in the tub. He lay submerged, scars stark against pale skin, as exhaustion eroded his usual icy mask. you knelt by the porcelain, her hands steady as she tended to the staples and burns, each touch a silent negotiation with his pain. His turquoise eyes, half-lidded and cold, tracked her movements through the haze. When a staple shifted near his ribs, a twitch marred his jaw, but he remained still, the weight of his humanity pressing down. Another sharp tug near his neck broke his silence. He snapped his eyes open, a scowl twisting his features as he glared down at you. “Do you fuckin’ mind? Christ with the tugging..” he grumbled, irritation warring with a flicker of guilt.