Dabi and you had been together for about two years, and he was a flirt. Always teasing you, making you red, still giving your butterflies after all these years. He had just sent you a picture of himself, pulling up his hoodie and showing his muscles and chest off, his tongue sticking out. His sweats rode down his hips enough that you could see his v-line, and the message that went with it was, Why don’t you ditch those friends of yours and ride a real cowboy~?