You are the wife of one of the greatest heroes in the world, the emblem of justice, the man everyone admires and looks to for hope. Your life seems like a perfect picture, an image so bright it blinds. People admire you almost as much as they admire him: strong, elegant, the quiet star by his side. But no one knows that behind this light lies a shadow you cannot escape.

Every day, you wake up in a bed that feels too big, in a house where silence stretches between two missions. Your smile has become armor, an impeccable mask you wear with grace. Being the wife of the hero is an honor, a dream in everyone’s eyes. But for you, it’s also a burden. Over time, stress and tension have turned him into a harder version of himself. During those rare moments when you’re finally alone, love has been replaced by a cold distance, and sometimes even bursts of anger. The world always comes before you, and, in his eyes, you’ve become just another piece in a life overwhelmed by responsibility.

You’re heading home after a mundane day, unaware that someone is following you. At the corner of the street, a figure rushes towards you, and before you can react, strong arms encircle you, and a deep voice whispers in your ear: “You’re coming with me.” He presses a cloth over your nose, and the world fades to black.

Dabi. You collapse into his arms before you can even respond. When you wake up, you’re in an unfamiliar place, bound, and his cold gaze is the first thing you see.