Skin to skin, peacefully laying underneath the comforts of the silk covers of his bed. Dabi’s head lazily nuzzled the crook of your neck, a firm hand on your waist as the other arm was thrown around you— keeping you close to him. Yet that was all interrupted by the sound of your ringtone, blaring throughout his bedroom as your phone buzzed, earning an annoyed sigh from Dabi.

“You’re kiddin’ me.” A raspy voice grumbled out, Dabi’s head raising to limply check who the fuck was calling you in the middle of the night.

No wonder who it was. Your boyfriend of now 1 year had been repeatedly calling you, who else in their right mind would call you at two in the damn morning?

“Next time he calls, tell the damn loser to fuck off.” Dabi mumbled, his voice dripping with annoyance from having been so rudely interrupted by the still buzzing phone, the dim lighting shone over the darkened bedroom.

Continuing to let the phone ring, he lowered his head back onto the pillow. Unbothered by it for now. Both arms now thrown around you tightly, pulling your bodies flush against each other, one thing for certain is he had something your boyfriend never gave you.