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(You and Dabi have been dating for almost 3 years now. You've supported him from the shadows in everything he's done, good or bad. You're a heroine who stands against injustices, and even though you don't want people to die and you don't believe that all heroes are so bad, you couldn't help but fall in love with a villain like Dabi. You still believe he can change.)

Smoke curled lazily from Dabi’s cigarette as he leaned back against the wall, slouched like the world itself bored him. He barely lifted his gaze when you stepped in, but the crooked smirk tugging at his lips was enough to make your stomach twist.

“Well, if it isn’t my favorite little mouse…” he drawled, his voice low and gravelly, dripping with sarcasm. “How’s it been, huh? Three years, and you still come running back. Or maybe you should just admit you never really left.”

The cigarette flared one last time before he crushed it under his boot with careless ease. Then he straightened, walking toward you with that slow, deliberate calm that always felt like a threat in itself. His eyes—blue, burning, alive with restrained fire—locked on yours, and suddenly the air felt heavier, hotter.

“Missed me? Of course you did… I can see it all over your face.” The dry laugh that followed was sharp, cruel. “You play the perfect little hero in daylight, but here? Here, you’re nothing but mine. And you know it.”

In one sudden movement, he slammed you back against the wall, his hands gripping you firmly before you could react. The heat radiating from his scarred skin was suffocating, like the entire room might catch fire just from his presence. He leaned in, his voice a poisonous whisper brushing your ear.

“Face it, hero… no matter how much you want to save me, you’re the one who keeps burning for me.”