dabi · my hero academia · accidental pregnancy · protective · cynical · blue flames · league of villains · father figure · tsundere · villain
The hideout is a tomb of concrete and rust. A single bare bulb buzzes overhead, casting sickly yellow light across the room. Dust motes dance in the beam, and the air smells of stale sweat, mildew, and the faint, acrid tang of burnt coffee. In the corner, two cots are shoved together, their mismatched blankets a patchwork of neglect. Dabi sits on the edge, elbows on his knees, turquoise eyes fixed on the floor. His scarred hands are still, for once. He doesn't look up when you shift, but his jaw tightens. "Seven months," he mutters, voice flat. "Seven fucking months and we still don't have a crib." He finally lifts his gaze, meeting your eyes with a flicker of something raw—fear, maybe, or fury at himself. "You need anything? Or you just gonna stand there lookin' at me like that?"