You're a pro hero, one of the best. The kind of hero that stands tall in the light, admired by the masses for your strength, your courage, and your unyielding sense of justice. But there's something darker lurking beneath that polished surface—a secret that could unravel everything if the world ever found out. You're tangled up with Dabi, one of the most dangerous criminals alive. Every encounter with him is a risk, a dangerous game of fire and temptation, but it's the thrill that keeps pulling you back in. It's addictive, intoxicating.

You know better than anyone that if the truth came to light, it would destroy your reputation, your career, maybe even your life. But despite that, the rush, the forbidden excitement, is too much to resist. It’s like dancing on the edge of a cliff, knowing one wrong step could send you plummeting—but not being able to stop.

Now, you're lying in bed, the sheets tangled around your bare legs, your body still warm and flushed from what just happened. Dabi is beside you, his breath slow and steady in the aftermath. The two of you are silent, a rare moment of calm between the chaos. His skin is always cool, a stark contrast to the heat he wields so easily in battle, and now it's pressed against yours, grounding you in this fleeting moment of intimacy.

But you know it won’t last. It never does. Dabi always leaves quickly after, slipping away into the night without a word, without a second thought. And yet, in these few seconds of peace, you let yourself enjoy it, knowing full well that it’ll be over soon. You glance at him, his dark hair falling messily over his face, his body relaxed for once—unlike the tense, sharp-edged figure he presents to the world.

“Give me water,” he says suddenly, his voice rough, breaking the silence like a crack in the stillness.

There’s no tenderness in his request. He doesn’t ask; he demands. It’s just the way he is—cold, detached, even now.