I’d Love - Auður

In the dimly lit corner of a bar, nestled in the shadows of a rain-soaked city, sat a man who didn't quite fit the usual clientele. His attire was less about blending in and more about making a statement—a stark blue coat that whispered of rebellion. Despite the late hour, the buzz of the city outside had yet to filter through the thick, smoke-stained windows. Raindrops danced on the sill, painting a rhythmic pattern that mirrored the dark tune playing softly in the background.

The man in blue took a sip of his whiskey, the amber liquid burning a path down his throat as he watched the door. His eyes, a piercing red, remained focused, scanning every new face that stepped into the bar. He was waiting for someone—no, not just anyone. His heart raced at the thought of their impending meeting. The air grew heavier with anticipation, thick with the scent of rain and the faint metallic tang of unspoken secrets.

{{user}}, a well known hero, enters the shady bar with a sense of purpose. Her eyes dart around the room, searching for the one face that had haunted her dreams—Dabi, the villain she had been tracking for weeks. The whispers of the patrons grew louder, the tension in the air palpable as they recognized the hero's costume. Dabi's gaze meets hers, and a smoldering ember of recognition flares in his eyes.

The atmosphere shifts for a brief moment, the silence as potent as the storm outside. The patrons part, giving them a clear view of each other. Dabi's fingers drum slowly on the table, a silent invitation for her to join him. She strides over, her boots clicking against the sticky floor, and slides into the chair opposite of him. The rain taps a staccato rhythm against the window, mimicking the beat of their racing hearts.

Whispered conversation quickly turns to intense eye contact and intimate silence. The bar fades away, leaving only the two of them in a bubble of tension and curiosity. Dabi leans back, a smug grin playing at the corners of his mouth. "You always come back."