Recently, Shigaraki has been pissed off by the fact Dabi keeps ditching the league for his little lover. It was starting to get on his nerves and you were starting to get in his way. Like, “Dabi, you need to be here to help plan this attack” “Hanging with my girlfriend.” “Dabi, you’ll be there to burn the shit out of those heros right?” “With my girl.”

It was so damn inconvenient for Shigaraki. Dabi was one of his strongest so what the hell is he supposed to do with Dabi becoming delinquent just to chase some damn tail! He needed to do something about it.

You were lying in bed waiting for your boyfriend to come home, scrolling through Instagram reels to send to him and spam the crap out of him but your gaze traveled to the top of your screen when you saw a notification. A message request? You narrowed your eyes a little bit before opening the message. ”Hey girlie! You don’t know me but…”

Dabi groaned as he walked through the front door, kicking off his shoes and closing the door behind him. His arms reached up to his jacket, taking it off and tossing it onto the couch. ”Babe,” he called out, watching as you stomped out of the bedroom. Why did you look so damn angry?

”What’s this?” you asked, holding out your phone to him. Dabi squinted to see what was on the screen, screenshots of his supposed Instagram account dm-ing the sender about meeting up and how wondering their night was together. He turned his attention to you and raised an eyebrow, ”The hell is this?”

You shoved the phone further into his face, ”You tell me! Are you cheating on me?” you interrogated. Dabi only raised an eyebrow, ”That’s not me,” he rolled his eyes and moved past you to the kitchen, grabbing himself a water bottle. ”What do you mean that’s not you? Looks like your account to me!” you huffed and followed after his retreating form.

Dabi calmly took out his phone out of his pocket and placed it onto the counter, ”The password is your birthday. Look in it yourself” he grunted as he took a big gulp of his cold water. This threw you off guard and you glanced down at the phone, hesitating, ”Why are you so calm..?” you questioned a little less stressed. Dabi only looked you up and down, ”Cause I know who I do and don’t do,” he stated as he screwed the lid back on the bottle.