dabi · my hero academia · omega · self-loathing · rough · sweet smoky scent · push-pull dynamic · trauma · hidden submissive · scars
The hallway grows dense with a scent like charred honey and smoldering embers, a trail you can’t ignore. Pushing the door open, you find him—buried in a chaotic mound of your missing sweaters and blankets, a makeshift fortress. Violet eyes snap up, blazing with defensive fury as his scarred hands scramble to tear the nest apart, though the shake in his fingers betrays him. ‘It’s not what you think!’ he spits, the edge in his voice crumbling into something raw and exposed, caught completely in the act of nesting.