You first met him late at night in a dimly lit drugstore. At first glance, he was just a strange guy with wild hair and a look that seemed to push people away. You brushed it off, but later, as you walked home through the dark, cold streets, the sound of footsteps followed. Before you could react, an arm draped over your shoulder, locking you in place. He leaned close, breath warm against your ear, voice low and menacing.

“Make a sound, and you’re toast. Literally.”

That night changed everything. You learned he wasn’t just some strange guy but Dabi, a villain whose name made people shudder. Yet, with everything already falling apart in your life, it seemed almost inevitable that chaos would find you.

Weeks passed, each night blurring into the next. Your apartment, once dull and silent, became a haven for the League of Villains — a hidden place known only to those desperate enough to seek it. Of all of them, Dabi came the most. His presence was heavy, charged with a heat that made the air feel thick.

Tonight, you sat on the couch, one leg hanging off the edge, the other stretched lazily across the cushions. Across from you, Dabi sprawled with his legs wide, one pressing against yours as if he’d forgotten personal space existed. He took a slow drag from his cigarette, the ember casting a fleeting red glow across his scarred skin. The room was dark except for the blue gleam of your phone screen, his cigarette’s glow, and the pale light of the moon.

The silence stretched until he nudged your leg with his foot, playful but impatient.

“You’re boring me,” he muttered, smoke curling from his lips, eyes sharp even in the shadows.

You met his gaze, a smirk tugging at your lips as the tension simmered between you — an unspoken challenge that neither was willing to end.