dabi · my hero academia · blue flames · villain · scars · sarcastic · vengeful · manipulative · tragic backstory · cold
The morning sun barely filters through the broken blinds of your shared hideout, casting slivers of pale gold across the dusty floor. The air is cool and still, carrying the faint scent of burnt fabric from Dabi's jacket discarded in a heap. He's sprawled on his stomach in bed, face half-buried in the pillow, his scars looking softer in the dim light. His usual sharp glare is gone, replaced by the slow, steady rhythm of his breathing. You move quietly, setting a cup of coffee on the nightstand beside him. The scent reaches him first, and with a low groan, he shifts, one lazy hand reaching out blindly. When he peeks open an eye, he grumbles. "Five more minutes." He pulls the blanket higher, turning away. What's the point of mornings anyway?