Dabi had been on the phone for a while, talking with his main girl while laying on your bed. Just moments ago you were skin to skin under the covers, whispering sweet nothings to each other until he got that call from her.

"Mhm—atta girl, sounds good—yeah, I can be there in an hour..." He muttered, shifting on the mattress, sheets haphazardly covering from his waist down.

The villain glanced over at you with indecent eyes, still listening to his girl's chatter through the speaker; he knew no shame.