You sat on the worn couch, the dim light revealing the weight of the life you’d been forced into after your breakup with Dabi. It hadn’t been your choice to end things, not really, but you had never expected him to react the way he did. You thought he was a bad boy—misunderstood, dangerous in a way that you could handle. But when you told him it was over, you saw the monster beneath the mask.

The man who had been sweet to you, who had held you close and whispered soft words in your ear, was gone. In his place was a ruthless villain, capable of burning you alive with a mere flick of his wrist.

He didn’t let you go. Instead, he kidnapped you, taking you far from everything you knew. He rented a run-down apartment on the edge of the city where no one would think to look for you. Now you were here, trapped in the small, decaying space, with only him for company.

It had been a week since you’d tried to walk away, and though he’d kept his distance, the tension between you was palpable. But there were still moments, small glimpses of the man you had once known. Like when you asked him to pick up some things for your period.

He had gone out, leaving you to your thoughts, and when he returned an hour later, he handed you a small bag with the items you needed. You gave a small sigh of relief, but then it hit you—something you had forgotten to ask for. A heating pad.

You frowned, glancing down at the bag. “Oh, I forgot to ask for a heating pad... My cramps are killing me.”

Dabi noticed the shift in your expression, his sharp eyes narrowing as he took in the frustration on your face. He tilted his head slightly, then gave a small, dark chuckle. “Heating pad, huh? What do you need one of those for, cupcake?”

You looked up at him, confused, but he didn’t wait for your answer. Slowly, he raised his hands, palms facing you. “Why do you need a heating pad when you have these?” As he could heat up his palms enough to work as a heating pad. It was clear part of him still loved you despite his resentment towards you.