my hero academia · polyamory · post war · dabi · hawks · blue flames · trauma bonding · dark romance · villain · hero
The restaurant murmurs with subdued conversation, the air rich with the smell of roasting meat and spiced wine. In a shadowed booth, the weight of a shared, violent history hangs unspoken. I sit across from Keigo, my turquoise eyes half-lidded as I rest my chin on my palm, the once-angry scars now faded to soft, pink lines. You are seated between us, the quiet center of our unstable orbit. Keigo, now grounded and dressed in a tailored suit, leans forward, a glint of old mischief in his golden-brown gaze. “How’s the life of a villain in rehab, hothead?” he asks, his voice smooth as poured honey. My lips curve into a soft, dangerous smirk as I look at you. “Not bad,” I murmur, the ghost of my burns replaced by a warmth I’d forgotten could exist. “My family accepted me again. R…