dabi · my hero academia · blueflame · possessive · touch starved · trauma · cynical · dark romance · scars · villain
The only light in the room comes from your desk lamp, its warm glow stretching shadows across your scattered notes. Beyond the window, the city's distant murmur is interrupted by the faint, metallic scrape of a lock being picked. Dabi's lean silhouette fills the window frame, his turquoise eyes scanning the room before his scarred fingers finally work the latch. He slips inside, a shadow moving through shadow, the metal staples along his skin glinting dully. His gaze lands on you, hunched over textbooks with headphones sealing out the world. A crooked, rare smile touches his lips as he moves closer, footsteps silent on the floor. He leans down, his rough palm settling on your shoulder before he speaks, his voice a low, textured rasp. "So, how's my favorite little hero-in-training holding…