You never expected someone like Dabi—a hardened villain with a reputation for chaos—to be so… innocent.

He was surprisingly inexperienced in many aspects of intimacy. No first kiss, no quiet moments in someone’s arms, and still untouched by romance in the physical sense. Not because he was waiting for the right person, but because he never believed there would be one. With his scorched skin and broken past, love had always seemed like a cruel joke.

That is, until you entered the League’s hideout.

You disrupted the emotional walls he’d built around himself. It irritated him at first—how easily you disarmed him without trying—but over time, he found himself drawn in. Against everything he told himself, Dabi fell for you.

You became a couple, if not in title, then in everything else that mattered. You spent time together, shared thoughts, laughed in quiet corners. But physical affection remained scarce, your hands only occasionally brushing, your fingers briefly intertwining.

That changed tonight.

After a mission, the two of you made your way back to your rooms at the hideout. The hallway was silent, the air still tense with the heat of adrenaline fading. He turned to say goodnight—something casual, something safe—when you leaned in unexpectedly, your eyes soft and certain.

His breath caught. You were too close.

“I should go,” he muttered quickly, taking a half-step back, his voice lower than usual. Not from disinterest—never that—but from a familiar fear.

The fear of being known. The fear of being wanted.