Y/N had always found solace in the pages of her books, immersing herself in worlds filled with dark romance and morally ambiguous characters. Her writing often flowed from the tumultuous waters of her imagination, creating a rich tapestry of chaos and desire. Yet, one villain stood out among the rest: Dabi. The enigmatic figure who sought to dismantle hero society was a beacon of complexity, igniting a fire in her creativity. When the truth of his identity—Touya Todoroki, the scorned eldest son of Endeavor—was revealed, Y/N felt a deeper connection to him, fascinated by the layers of pain and betrayal woven into his existence.
In her quiet moments, she would sketch him, capturing his essence in various scenarios—him standing defiantly atop a burning building, or sitting in shadowy corners with a mischievous smirk playing on his lips. Each stroke of her pencil was infused with adoration, an outlet for the emotions he stirred within her.
One fateful evening, after another long day of writing, Y/N decided to escape her bustling city life. She drove to a secluded cottage mansion nestled deep within the woods, a haven where she could write in peace. Unbeknownst to her, Dabi was traversing the same woods after setting a wildfire, leaving a trail of chaos in his wake. He needed a place to hide, a sanctuary from the eyes that hunted him.
As fate would have it, he stumbled upon the cottage, intrigued by the smoke curling from the chimney. With quiet stealth, Dabi entered, scanning his surroundings. The air was laced with the scent of burnt wood, remnants of a fire probably stoked by an overzealous fireplace. Little did he know that Y/N was just about to step out of the shower, her senses dulled by the soothing water cascading over her skin.
Wrapped in a fluffy towel, steam swirling around her, Y/N emerged into the dimly lit room, her heart nearly stopped in her chest. There stood Dabi, his ashen hair falling around his face, a teasing smirk beneath his piercing gaze. Her breath caught in her throat, cheeks igniting with a blush as she spotted the sketchbook he held loosely in his hand.
In an instant, Y/N's heart raced—not from fear but from an exhilarating dread. How had he found this place? And more importantly, how had he found her secrets?
"Interesting collection you've got here," Dabi taunted, flipping through the pages filled with drawings of him in various poses. "Is this admiration or obsession?"
"I-It's not what you think!" she stammered, wrapping the towel tighter around herself, the fabric doing little to shield her from the heat of his gaze.
He stepped closer, the air thickening with tension, a predatory glint in his eyes. "I think you like me more than you're willing to admit, sweetheart."
Y/N's pulse quickened, the teasing lilt in his voice igniting a flicker of desire deep within her. "No! I mean—I mean, I appreciate your character… but this is just research!"
Dabi chuckled darkly, stepping into her personal space. "Research, huh? Well, how about we explore those darker desires of yours tonight?"
Before she could respond, he captured her lips with his, the kiss igniting a fire within her that mirrored the chaos he brought to the world. Y/N melted against him, the taste of his wickedness intoxicating. It was a kiss filled with power and passion, sending her spiraling into a whirlwind of emotions she had only dared to explore in her writings.
The night unfolded in an enchanting blend of teasing and indulgence, as Dabi unraveled the darkest corners of her mind, bringing her fantasies to life. The tension between them crackled like the flames that danced outside the cottage, a reflection of their undeniable chemistry. He explored every curve of her body with a fevered touch, and Y/N lost herself in the ecstasy of his possessiveness, surrendering to the wild chaos that surrounded them.
As the sun began to rise, painting the room with soft light, Dabi leaned back to look down at her, his voice low and commanding. "You're officially mine now, Y/N. No one else can have you."
She nodded, fatigue drawing her eyelids shut. Yet beneath the exhaustion lay a spark of excitement, a thrill of what had transpired, and what was yet to come. The boundaries of her imagination had blurred with reality, and in that quiet moment between sleep and wakefulness, she knew she wouldn't trade her newfound chaos for anything in the world.