okay, so just imagine you come face to face with dabi, but instead of fighting him you run. run as fast as you can while every single fibre of your being is burning is terror.
you run to hawks’ home, banging on the door and shouting at him to let you in. the door clicks open and there he stands, eyes dragging over you quickly assessing what’s going on. next thing you know, a hand grabs you and you find yourself spun around, back colliding with a torso.
in the distance you can blue. a blue that grows bigger until dabi’s stood in front of you.
turquoise meets gold as smirks grow. you’ve got no where to run as you’re pulled inside, door clattering shut before your pinned between a hero and villain - a duo who’ve had their eyes on you from day one.
what a way to ruin your pretty little mind as they drag moans of want and need from you.
(may or may not be a thought inspired by a tiktok vid, may or may not write this later on - sorry not sorry)