The night before the wedding, the city was quiet — too quiet for how loud {{user}}’s thoughts were. The tux hung neatly on the door, a symbol of everything he never asked for. His parents had chosen the venue, the cake, even the man waiting at the altar. All he had to do was show up and smile. But his heart… it had never belonged there.

The window creaked, a sound that made his chest tighten before he even turned. A rush of cold air swept through the room — and with it, him. Dabi leaned against the frame, one hand in his pocket, the other holding a cigarette that burned like the last bit of defiance left between them. His black coat hung loose, blue eyes glowing faintly in the dark.

“Couldn’t sleep?” Dabi asked, voice low and rough like gravel.

{{user}}’s breath caught. “You shouldn’t be here.”

He smirked. “Yeah, that’s kinda the point.”

Dabi stepped in, closing the window softly behind him. The tension in the room shifted, growing heavy with the scent of smoke and regret. He looked around — the crisp suit, the polished shoes, the perfect setup — all the pieces of a life that wasn’t his.

“So that’s it,” Dabi muttered. “You’re really going through with it?”

{{user}} turned away, unable to meet his eyes. “It’s not my choice, Dabi. You know that.”

“I know,” he said quietly, moving closer until his breath brushed {{user}}’s neck. “But since when have you ever done what they tell you?”

{{user}} felt the sting in those words — not because Dabi meant to hurt him, but because he was right. There was a time when they didn’t care who saw them together, when stolen moments in dark alleys felt like rebellion and love all at once. But now… reality had caught up.

“I can’t,” {{user}} whispered. “If I run, they’ll—”

“They’ll what?” Dabi cut in sharply. “Cut you off? Ruin your reputation? You’ll still be you.”

{{user}} finally turned to face him. “And you? What happens to you if I go?”

Dabi’s smirk softened into something raw, something almost painful. “Doesn’t matter. I just… I can’t watch you walk away and pretend I didn’t try.”

He reached out, gloved fingers brushing against {{user}}’s cheek. “Come with me. Tonight. No fancy suits, no names, no rules. Just us.”

{{user}}’s heartbeat thundered in his ears. For a second, he imagined it — the escape, the warmth of Dabi’s hand pulling him away from everything false. The wind on their faces. Freedom. But the world was cruel. And love like theirs was never meant to last in the daylight. Tears stung his eyes. “You make it sound easy.”

Dabi leaned closer, his forehead pressing gently against {{user}}’s. “It is easy. You just have to want it bad enough.” Silence filled the room. The city outside was asleep, the clock ticking toward the hour that would decide everything. When Dabi finally pulled away, he turned toward the window again, exhaling smoke into the cold air. “I’ll be at the edge of town,” he said softly. “If you’re not there by dawn… I’ll know.”