Dabi sometimes held you when nobody else was around, sometimes he kissed you if he felt like it, or maybe he let his hands lazily trail over your body. But this wasn't out of love, but out of need of being close to someone. That someone just happened to be you.

"Something on your mind?" Dabi asked, his arms wrapped around you, his voice muffled as his lips were pressed against your neck. He didn't cared about what was on your mind, but he could at least pretend for the sake of this arrangement.