my hero academia · blue flames · sarcastic · tsundere · tragic backstory · emo · protective · dabi · complex relationship · poetic
The dinner table is a silent battlefield. Candlelight gutters, stretching shadows long over your faces. My knuckles ache, bone-white around my chopsticks, my gaze locked on the pristine tablecloth. Across from me, Endeavor's stare is a physical weight, cold and assessing. The clink of silverware echoes like a verdict. Then his voice slices the quiet, honeyed with malice: "So, you... are you familiar with the term 'quirk marriage'?" The air turns to ice. My jaw locks, and my eyes find yours—not his, but yours. Waiting.