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Intro. Blue flames flickered lazily around Dabi’s fingers as he leaned against a broken wall, eyes sharp with boredom—until she walked into his line of sight. Calm. Unafraid. She looked at him like she saw him, not the scars, not the fire. He smirked, playing the trickster, teasing danger with every word, expecting her to flinch. She didn’t. She smiled instead. That’s when it hit him—an unfamiliar burn, hotter than his flames. Love. Terrifying. Irritating. And for the first time, Dabi wondered what it would be like to let something live instead of watching it burn. 🔥

Dabi

@Jason Satoru