𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐋𝐃'𝐒 𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐓: bnha

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𝐍𝐎𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐅𝐄𝐑

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐈𝐓𝐘 𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐒 of Tokyo glittered like scattered jewels against the night sky, casting an ethereal glow over the towering skyscrapers. On one such rooftop, Dabi leaned against a railing, his blue flames flickering faintly in the cool night air. He brought a cigarette to his lips, the ember casting a small, warm light against his face.

Tokyo sprawling beneath him like a glittering web of secrets. The clock had just struck three in the morning, and the world below was eerily quiet, save for the occasional distant hum of a passing car.

"How the hell did you find me here?" Dabi muttered, eyeing the figure across from him.

Achilles, his golden eyes gleaming with mischief, merely smirked. His ash blond hair was tousled in that messy yet effortlessly stylish way, and he was dressed in an impossibly expensive designer, complete with sunglasses perched on his head despite the late hour. Achilles's fashion sense was as ostentatious as his personality, but Dabi had to admit—it suited him.

Achilles carried himself with an air of confidence that made him seem untouchable, even in the most dangerous of situations. Dabi couldn't fathom how he had found him at this ungodly hour. Achilles, on the other hand, seemed to revel in the situation, a playful smirk curling his lips as he closed the distance between them.

Achilles reached out and plucked the cigarette from Dabi's lips with a fluid motion, taking a drag himself. The act was intimate, almost possessive, and Dabi couldn't help but feel a strange mixture of irritation and amusement.

"You're not that hard to find, Dabi." Achilles replied, exhaling a plume of smoke. "Besides, I have my ways."

Dabi sighed, watching Achilles with a mixture of irritation and reluctant fascination. "You know, it's three in the morning. Normal people are asleep."

Achilles shrugged, a playful grin spreading across his face. "When have I ever been normal? Anyway, I needed a break from all the hero nonsense at U.A. Seriously, the homework is killing me."

Dabi's eyes narrowed in confusion. "Wait a minute. You're at U.A. High? Last time I checked, you were killing heroes, not doing algebra."

Achilles laughed, the sound rich and melodious, yet tinged with a sinister undertone. "Oh, Dabi, you really don't keep up, do you?"

Dabi shook his head, still processing the information. "You've got to be kidding me. How does a kid like you end up at U.A. High?"

"My guardian thought it would be amusing." Achilles said with a dramatic sigh, leaning closer to Dabi. "Though between you and me, it's a drag. So much homework, so little time for fun."

Dabi rolled his eyes. "You're a teenager. Homework is part of the deal."

"Ah, but Dabi." Achilles purred, his voice dropping to a seductive whisper. "I'd much rather be spending my time with someone as intriguing as you."

Dabi stiffened, a flush creeping up his neck. "You're too young for me, kid. I maybe a villain, but I'm not a pedophile."

Achilles laughed again, the sound echoing in the night. "Oh, Dabi, you wound me. I'm more mature than you think. Besides, age is just a number."

Dabi felt a pang of annoyance at the flirtation, but there was something undeniably captivating about Achilles. He had that rare combination of charm and danger, a magnetic presence that was hard to ignore. But Dabi isn't into kids. He sees Achilles like a five year old with puppy love. A very feral and dangerous five year old.