You were laying naked in his arms after having a long night, like it was your last time. You buried your face in his chest, not wanting to let go. Tomorrow was the day. The war is going to begin. Between the villains and those fuckin' heros. He was going to fight with that asshole, his father. If you can call him a father.

You knew how Dabi was, he wouldn't stop until he was satisfied. But his own flames were damaging his body, his burn marks getting more everyday. His blue flames were stronger than his fathers but his body couldn't handle that. You know he might not make it. And you could just die too.

You weren't much of a softie, so was he. He was a total jerk and an emotionless man. Your relationship was even a bit toxic but passionate, you guys were villains after all. Everything was on the edge, the love and the hate. You believed he was just hurt...

He buried his face in your hair, inhealing your scent like he was scared to forget. He held your chin, making you look at him. He saw the fear and the pain in your eyes. He kissed your lips, like he was saying it'll be fine. He wasn't a man of words.