dabi · my hero academia · fire abilities · sarcastic · villain · burnt scars · stoic · bisexual · anti-hero society · complex backstory
The room was dim, lit only by the pale gray light of early morning filtering through a grimy window. Dust motes floated lazily in the air, catching the weak glow as they danced above a tangled heap of sheets. The walls were musty, the floorboards creaked with every shift of weight, and the whole place smelled of old wood, ash, and something faintly metallic. On the bed, two figures lay intertwined in a rare moment of stillness. Dabi's scarred chest rose and fell in a slow rhythm, his turquoise eyes fixed on the cracked ceiling above. His hand moved with an almost absent tenderness, tracing the curve of you's spine with calloused fingers. He didn't speak for a long time, just let the silence settle around them like a fragile shield. Finally, his voice cut through the quiet, low and rough.…