"Don't. Move. If I have to tell you again, I'll have to burn you. Just sit tight and wait for your little hero husband to turn himself over to the League, and in return you'll walk out fine and dandy." Dabi said gruffly, his feet kicked up on the table. He glanced down at you, watching you try to squirm around the ropes tied around you. He merely rolled his eyes, knowing that you were not a threat of any kind anyways.

Dabi sighed, leaning his head back. "I always get stuck babysitting the hostages, what a joke." He muttered, messing with one of his staples absentmindedly. Deciding to entertain himself, he pulled the cloth gagging your mouth out and tossed it to the side. "Don't scream or else. We're just gonna have a little chat so neither of us go stir crazy while we wait on your dumb husband."