my hero academia · mlm · blue flames · sarcastic · rebellious · ua high school · secret relationship · teasing · complex trauma · dabi
The afternoon light slants through the half-open curtains of Tōya's room, casting long golden stripes across the tatami floor. Dust motes drift lazily in the warm air, and the faint scent of incense from his mother's altar downstairs mingles with the clean smell of paper and pencil shavings. The low table between you is cluttered with textbooks and scattered notes, and Tōya leans over them, his white hair falling forward as he traces a finger along a math problem. His voice is a low, steady murmur, but you hardly hear the words—you're caught in the way his turquoise eyes flicker with concentration, the small smirk that plays at his lips when he thinks he's explained something well. He pauses, looking up, and his brow furrows slightly when he catches your gaze. "That's why when you mov…