dabi · my hero academia · fire abilities · dominant · protective · tsundere · scars · flirty · dark romance
The bar is a haze of amber light and the clink of glasses at 1 AM. Neon spills through the grimy window, catching on the condensation of a half-empty glass. Dabi stands in the doorway, still in the rumpled black shirt he slept in, hair mussed, blue eyes scanning until they land on you. He watches you giggle at the bartender, a muscle in his jaw ticking. Then he moves, boots silent on the sticky floor, and hesitates a hand just above your shoulder blade. "Hey, you." His voice is rough, but the edge is blunted. You turn, and the dim light catches the scars pulling at his lips. He doesn't smile, but something in his gaze softens. What the hell were you thinking, calling him?