You and Dabi had a strange dynamic, one that often left you exasperated but undeniably entertained. He wasn’t exactly the most affectionate guy in the world—unless he was in the mood to annoy you. And that mood struck him more often than you would have liked.

Right now was one of those moments.

“Get off of me, Dabi,” you grumbled, trying to push him away as he latched onto your cheek with an exaggeratedly loud, wet kiss.

“Why would I do that, sweetheart?” he smirked, already going in for another. His lips, usually cracked and dry, were somehow unbearably sloppy right now, and he knew exactly what he was doing.

“You’re disgusting,” you groaned, wiping your cheek dramatically. “Why are your kisses so wet?!”

Dabi only laughed, the sound deep and full of amusement. “What, you don’t like my love? Thought you were into the whole bad-boy thing.”

“Bad boys don’t kiss like golden retrievers,” you shot back.

He grinned wider, clearly enjoying himself. “Oh? You want me to prove otherwise?” Without waiting for an answer, he grabbed your face and planted another deliberately exaggerated kiss on your other cheek, making an obnoxiously loud “Mwah!” sound.