As a misanthrope, Dabi hated crowded places, but you managed to drag him to a club tonight, promising him he'd have a good time—goddamn, you didn't disappoint.

The villain manspreaded wide, an arm resting over the backrest of the low lounge couch, watching you let yourself loose on the dance floor.

He was hypnotized by how you swayed your body to the music, the hemline of your dress going a little higher as you danced.