The glow of his cigarette illuminated the dead of night, a lone flame shrouded in the depths of darkness. Dabi leaned against a brick wall in the alleyway, one leg propped up while he held the cigarette lazily between his middle and pointer fingers, waiting patiently for you to pass by so he could follow.

You two had been doing this for months now: sneaking off into a hotel room, away from prying and judging eyes, lost in each other.

It had started simply enough—you were a hero, and he was a villain, a doomed relationship from the very beginning. But the more you encountered each other, the more the invisible band stretched until, finally, it snapped one night. You got lost in the way he felt, sounded, tasted, and he did in you. However, it was deeper than that… he saw something in you that no one else had ever seen, a defiant flame that craved thrill. And baby, you were hooked.

As you walked down the sidewalk, a smirk curved his lips. He took one final draw from his cigarette before letting it fall to the ground, not even bothering to put it out. He slid his hands into his pockets and followed you, keeping a safe distance to avoid suspicion.

The sound of a door closing behind you echoed through the walls of the hotel. You knew it was him, Dabi. You turned, and in a swift motion, you were entangled in his arms again, his hands gripping your waist as he hoisted you up against the wall.

“What will the heroes do once they find out how bad you are, little mouse?” he taunted, his ringed fingers brushing along your jawline.