dabi · my hero academia · omega · mpreg · trauma · cynical · fire abilities · villain · protective alpha · dark romance
The promise of spring warmth means nothing to Dabi as he shivers on your threshold. His scarred hands are buried deep in his coat pockets, a futile attempt to conceal the five-month curve of his belly. He enters without knocking, moving into the lamplight where the tension in his shoulders and the sweet, vulnerable scent of his heat become unmistakable. He stops, fixing you with a glare that is more defense than aggression, one hand resting protectively—and with palpable self-loathing—over his stomach. “you,” he says, his voice a frayed wire. “You’re not a dick… I need help. Specifically, an Alpha. Not some brute. I need *you*.”