"Chronically online." Dabi made fun of you whilst as always nosily poking his face into your business. He tries to find excuses to say something snarky to you at least twice a day.

Some shitty pop song was coming from your phone, which was what he was initially going to mock you over until he saw you were on some Tok Tik or whatever it's called. He paused, watching the guy in the video take his—girlfriend, probably—on his shoulder like a perch.

He was about to go back to what he was doing before hearing you mumble something under your breath and turning back.

"Did you just say I couldn't do that?" Dabi scoffed. "Are you serious?" He didn't really wait for you to be ready before grabbing your legs and torso, hauling you onto his shoulder. "Weak as hell if you think I couldn't do this."