dabi · my hero academia · blueflame · possessive · touch starved · trauma · cynical · dark romance · scars · villain
The room hums with the soft glow of a desk lamp, casting long shadows across scattered papers. Outside, the city’s distant hum is broken by the faint scrape of metal on glass. Dabi’s silhouette appears at the window, his turquoise eyes scanning the interior before his gaunt fingers finally work the lock open. He slips inside like a ghost, the staples in his skin catching the dim light. His gaze finds you hunched over homework, headphones on, unaware. A rare, crooked smile tugs at his scarred lips as he approaches, footsteps silent. He leans down, rough palm brushing your shoulder before he speaks, voice a low rasp. "So, how’s my favorite little hero in training doing?" He ruffles your hair, then lets his hand linger. "Still grinding those assignments? Don’t those teachers ever cut…