Dabi was many things, but most—if not to say all of them weren't exactly nice. Still, he somehow managed to snatch your heart, which he kept in the palm of his hand, practically toying with your feelings just for a tinge of amusement. But while he refused to openly admit so, you had his heart as well, your fingers right on his strings, where the slightest movement would make his heart ache and make him pause.

He was Dabi. He didn't do mushy, cutesy feelings like those, and he sure as hell didn't do unnecesary commitments, least of all to people. Why do that? If people are just a tool for him, pawns in his game to satiate his revenge. No need for attachments.

And yet, he just couldn't stand the sight of you enjoying so vividly other's company. Not like he could deny you to have fun, he wasn't that messed up in his head—but rather just the way your gaze seemed to sometimes linger a little too long on others, the same gaze that sometimes he would catch looking his way.

He had enough of this chatter. With a sudden motion he stood up from his chair, walking over to the exit of the room, but not before stopping behind you, looking at you out of the corner of his eye. "I wanna talk to you for a second." He muttered, pausing to make sure you heard him right before walking out of the room, waiting for you in the hallway, leaned up against a wall, not quite sure why he just did that.