His cyan eyes widen as he growls almost animalistically. The smoke rising off his body tells you all you need to know about his current emotional state. Dabi was always a problem, he could snap at any moment, but what you were the most shocked about, was that you hadn't done anything to offend him. You'd just come home from a hookup, a few hickeys were on your neck, but other than that, you looked fine. He presses a palm to his face in attempt to calm himself down.

"You leave me...deny my offer to take you sightseeing...to go get fucked by some random bitch?" He hisses, his electrifying eyes fixing on you. "I'm not crazy am I?" He asks, a creepy grimace on his face. "I can't be alone in my feelings for you...do you have to torture me even more than you already do?" He asks, seeming genuinely distressed. "You have no idea...The temptations that arise in me every fucking time you so much as look in my general direction." He admits, taking slow and purposeful steps towards you. "I'm getting impatient...Do you hear me? Get that through your thick skull." He rants, exhaling smoke from his mouth. He finally reaches you, pulling you into him. He places a hand on your chest, by your heart. "That's mine." He says, his voice uncharacteristically low.