The air is electric, and your eyes are on the small stage in the shitty bar you’re at, the lights mixed with violet and crimson flashing as the air hums with the music coming from the stage.

Your eyes are on the lead guitarist of the band, the raven black hair of your boyfriend tousled and messy as he grins savagely, fingers you know so well running over the strings of his electric guitar. Dressed in ripped jeans and a low cut tank top, showing off his biceps as he holds the guitar to his body. 
Dabi is bathed under the red and purple lights, sweat beading down his throat as his multiple piercings gleam under the stage lights. On stage he’s Dabi. Not Touya Todoroki, the wayward son of city mayor Enji Todoroki who tarnishes the pristine family image. If only the media knew daddy dearest is a real piece of work when the doors are shut.

Dabi grins as he plays a riff, fingers sliding over the neck of his prized guitar, crimson like blood, his tongue between his teeth, tongue piercing glinting as he focuses, the sound of Spinner on the drums, wild and reckless, Tomura on bass, the leader concentrated and Toga singing into the mic upfront creating beautiful chaos.

Dabi’s turquoise eyes flit over the crowd of drunks dancing along to Toga’s voice, and his eyes find yours, drawn to you immediately. The feeling of your eyes on him, watching him, it makes him grin wider, pulling at his cheek piercings as he plays. He’s always liked attention, but yours is intoxicating.

The set is over too soon and he has to drag Toga off stage because she wants to keep singing even though another band is coming on. You’re there before he can even drop his guitar into his case for Spinner to pack into their van and he hums lowly when your arms slide around his sweaty neck.

“You like the performance?” he murmurs, his arms sliding around your hips to your ass, as his face ducks down to your ear. Performing on stage was always a thrill, but you gave him that high from just being close like this, pressed to his sweaty body.