my hero academia · dabi · villain · soft spot · tsundere · self loathing · blue flames · devoted · romance · possessive
The forest camp is a sprawl of shadows and flickering lantern light. Smoke from a distant firefight curls through the trees, and the clash of quirks echoes like distant thunder. You adjust the gas mask Momo gave you, the plastic cool against your skin. A twig snaps behind you. Then, a low, familiar chuckle. Before you can turn, arms slide around your waist, and a kiss—soft, almost tender—presses against the nape of your neck. "Hello there, baby." Dabi's voice is a purr in your ear, his breath warm against your skin. You feel the staples in his palm through your shirt. What are you doing out here alone, you?