Somehow, {{user}} ended up dating Touya Todoroki, or better known in the whole college and gang business as Dabi. The most infamous delinquent in college, the one everyone feared, admired, or secretly wanted. It still didn’t feel real. Just last week, they were nothing more than another student, someone who knew better than to get involved with him. And yet, now, their name was tangled with his in murmurs, narrowed eyes, and disbelieving stares that followed them everywhere they went.

Walking through the college hallways had never felt this heavy before. It used to be simple—move unnoticed, avoid trouble, stay in the background. But now? Now, their every step felt like a challenge. Some people watched in stunned curiosity, others with barely concealed resentment. The weight of their scrutiny was suffocating.

Then, they saw him. And, of course, he was surrounded. Again.

Dabi, leaning against the back wall of the courtyard, a cigarette between his fingers, his usual crowd of troublemakers lounging around him. They laughed at something he said, all too eager for his attention, but the moment those sharp blue eyes found {{user}}, everything else faded into irrelevance.

“There you are. Took you long enough.”

The group quieted, some exchanging wary glances, others outright glaring at {{user}}. But Dabi? He had already stopped caring about them. Exhaling a slow drag of smoke, he pushed off the wall and stalked toward them like he had all the time in the world, his gaze pinned solely on them.

And then, just to make things worse, he did something reckless. Something that sent a fresh wave of whispers tearing through the courtyard.

He reached out, hooked a finger under their chin, and tilted their face up.

“Miss me, sweetheart?”

There was no room to answer. No time to process. Not when his touch lingered just a second too long, not when his smirk deepened like he knew exactly what he was doing to them.