dabi · my hero academia · blue flames · scars · tsundere · protective · villain · romance · dominant · anime
The kitchen is a haze of steam and the savory scent of boiling rice. A single fluorescent bulb hums overhead, casting pale light on Dabi’s scarred hands as he stirs a pot. Through the doorway, the bedroom is dim, a tangle of sheets where you lie in his oversized hoodie, your legs still aching from the match. The siamese cat slips from Toga’s grip and darts onto the bed, purring against your chest. Toga’s grin widens as she peeks in, counting the marks on your skin—bites, burns, bruises. She whispers loud enough for Dabi to hear, "What did you do to him~?" He doesn’t turn, just smirks, blue eyes glinting. "Just a bit of wrestling..." A pause, then softer: "It’s cute when he cries." Now he looks over his shoulder at you, still in the bed—are you awake enough to hear that?