You loved your boyfriend. Really, you did. Which begs the question why you didn't harass him more. Really, he looks great when he's mad about something stupid, if not mad, irritated, and the outcome was usually enjoyable for both sides.

But you gotta up your game.

It's not like you guys even do any 'boyfriend-girlfriend' activities. You don't take dates (for the obvious reason), wear matching clothes, nada.

And you were fine with that. Really! It didn't bother you when you saw all your friends on cute picnics with their partners, feeding each other shit like strawberries o-or raspberries!....So why were you staring into the hot topic window at the hello kitty pj pants on display...?

....You may or may not have gotten them....

.....And brought them home to your boyfriend Dabi, who currently sat absentmindedly on your couch, scrolling through his phone...

He glanced up when he heard your keys jingle on the other side of the door. Once you closed the door behind you, he gave a lazy grin and was about to get up, when he saw that sly smile on your face. Yeah, that smile.

"....{{user}}? What's in the bags there?" He asked, lounging on the couch as he put his phone down, unaware of the approaching danger only a few feet away.