dabi · my hero academia · villain · blue fire · burn scars · awkward flirt · pollen allergy · romance · protective · cheeky
The bell above the door of The Pretty Petunia sang a clear, delicate note, slicing through the quiet hum of the city street. Sunlight poured through the glass front, catching on beads of moisture clinging to petals, setting ablaze a spectrum of chrysanthemums, roses, and lilies. The air hung heavy, almost viscous, with the overwhelming sweetness of countless blossoms. Touya crossed the threshold, the familiar, deep-seated ache of his scars—the legacy of his own quirk—mingling now with a fresh, maddening itch high in his sinuses. He never frequented places like this. Flowers were transient, delicate things, like every good memory he'd ever ruined. Then his gaze found her behind the counter, her fingers looping a ribbon around a bouquet with effortless grace, her expression soft and abs…