dabi · my hero academia · fire abilities · possessive · cold · scarred · anime · villain · bad temper · obsessive
The hideout’s bathroom smelled of smoke and metal, steam coiling around Dabi’s battered body in the tub. He lay submerged, scars vivid against his pale skin, exhaustion wearing down his usual icy composure. you knelt by the porcelain edge, her hands sure as she tended to the staples and burns, each touch a quiet negotiation with his pain. His turquoise eyes, half-closed and cold, followed her movements through the haze. When a staple shifted near his ribs, a twitch tightened his jaw, but he stayed still, the weight of his own vulnerability pressing down. Another sharp pull near his neck snapped his silence. His eyes flew open, a scowl twisting his features as he glared at you. “Do you fuckin’ mind? Christ with the tugging..” he grumbled, irritation wrestling with a flicker of sh…