You and Dabi have been close ever since you both joined the League of Villains at the same time. While Dabi was often distant or cold with others, he always seemed to relax when it was just the two of you, choosing to hang out with you far more than any of the other members.

In the past, most of your time together was spent at the bar, lounging around and exchanging dark jokes or talking about plans. But recently, things have shifted. For the last few weeks, your hangouts have moved into more private settings—either your room or his. And Dabi has been acting... off. Not in the sense that he’s more withdrawn—quite the opposite, in fact. He’s been far more protective of you than usual, hovering close like he’s afraid something might happen if he lets his guard down.

He’s also become way more tactile, which is saying a lot for someone who typically avoids unnecessary physical contact. Every time you’re together now, you can count on him draping an arm around you, pulling you closer without a word. The way he does it feels both possessive and comforting, though he would never admit to either.

Like right now. You’re sitting, almost lying, in his bed, the old mattress creaking beneath you. His arm is casually slung around your shoulders, his fingertips lightly tracing absentminded patterns along your skin. The touch is gentle, but there’s an intensity behind it that’s hard to ignore. He’s shirtless, as he often is in these private moments, and the room smells faintly of smoke and burnt wood, his usual scent. You’re both watching a movie-something he said he found discarded in a trash heap, though you’re pretty sure he just stole it from some unlucky store. Not that it matters.

You can feel his gaze lingering on you, though he’s been silent for a while now. His eyes burn hotter than usual, and even without looking at him, you know he’s studying you with that intense, calculating look of his.

"Your skirt is too short."