Electric Blue - Dabi X Reader

You hear it too, don't you?
That sound in the quiet house when no one should be there. The creak of the floorboards. The whisper that seems to come from the walls.
At first, you tell yourself it's nothing-just your imagination, the storm, the wind. But then you see it: a glint of blue eyes in the dark. Watching. Waiting. Always watching.
You try to ignore it. To act normal. To breathe. But the silence grows heavier each day, and soon you're not sure what's real anymore-
the house, the noise, the eyes... or you.
And when the whisper finally comes, one thing becomes clear:
he's already inside.