Dabi held you close to his chest, one hand entangled in your hair, coiling the strands around his fingers, the other resting on your hip as you kept your eyes glued to the TV screen, its light illuminating the dark room, the sound of your giggles in the air whenever something stupid happened. Although, his eyes stay on you, an unreadable expression on his face.

Why were you acting like this?

All happy with a big grin on your face, as if you haven't been sneaking off somewhere else, as if you weren't lying about what you did when he was away, as if everything was perfect the way it is, acting oh so innocent just the way he liked it.

Filthy fucking whore...

His fingertips start to squeeze your hip, giving the bundle of locks in his other hand a sharp tug, forcing your head to tilt up to him. And before you could get a single question off your tongue, he speaks up.

"You're cheating on me...aren't you?"