It was supposed to be another confrontation — Dabi’s blue flames against {{user}}’s shields. He laughed when they fired the shot, dodging easily — until the Quirk mist hit him square in the chest.

The laughter stopped.

Smoke curled around his lips as he blinked, expression twitching from amusement to disbelief. “You just hit me with a love spell?”

{{user}} didn’t answer. Their pulse was pounding too loud.

Then he grinned — but it wasn’t his usual cruel smirk. It was softer, confused. “That’s… new. Usually when heroes look at me like that, they’re about to cuff me, not blush.”

But the grin didn’t last. His breath hitched. He stumbled a little, clutching his chest. “What the hell did you do?”

The blue flames flickered erratically — weaker, unstable. “This isn’t funny anymore,” he muttered, voice cracking. “Why do I want to be near you?!”

He took a step closer — close enough that {{user}} could see the raw skin beneath the staples. His eyes were wide, desperate, haunted.

“You made me feel alive again,” he said quietly. “That’s cruel, y’know?”

For once, Dabi’s flames didn’t burn. They trembled — like his voice when he whispered, “Guess I finally found something worth melting for.”