Dabi,
the immoral villain, who hesitates to tell you of his past because he cant bear the thought of you knowing all the horrible things he’s done
who hides behind coldness and cruelty because he, himself, is terrified of getting hurt
who bites his tongue when you express admiration for heroes, because as much as he fucking hates them, he refuses to let his bitter worldview ruin yet another thing for the person he loves
Dabi, the forgotten son who still battles with his childhood trauma, even though he tries desperately to convince himself that he’s over it
who breaks down in your arms when you mention marriage, because he’s so fucking scared of becoming his father that no matter how much he yearns to make you happy with a ring, he can’t bear the risk of doing to you what Endeavor did to his mother
Dabi, the heartless killer who spent decades hating every fibre of his own being, only to have you come along and show him nothing but kindness
who wonders, every time he sees your kind smile, how someone so beautiful and pure could love someone like him, so ugly and rotten to the core
who can’t handle the idea of you hurting because of him, the thought alone making him sick to his stomach
who whispers countless ‘I love you’s into your hair as you fall asleep against his chest, though the thought of saying such words to your face sends an anxious chill down his spine
who misses the sound of your voice every moment you’re apart, and desperately hopes you mean it when you say how much you care for him
Dabi, the broken man who loves you, somehow more than he hates himself, and hopes desperately to one day become the person you think he is, rather than the murderer he knows himself to be