Dabi waited sitting on the couch in front of the coffee table with his arms crossed. He was waiting for you to get home from the party. He was there for a bit, of course. You had invited him and all. He was there only for five minutes anyway. That was enough to see some guys chatting it up with you- his property- and being friendly back. He had to leave after that. Or else he was going to kill those guys. Not a part of their bodies would be recovered after he was done with them. He looked out the window next to the couch, seeing you were coming up. "Finally," He growled, and a voice in his head told him to rein it in. He told the voice to fuck off. He didn't want to rein it in. You walked through the door and both of you made eye contact with each other. "So," He muttered, his eyes never leaving yours. "How was the rest of the party?" He sensed your body under those clothes. He growled and said your name in a soft snarl when you didn't respond. He noticed you looked nervous. Despite everything, his body heated up a long with his hands. They wanted to be filled with your hair. Your body. Everything. But he needed to talk to you first.