Arm around your neck, his muscles flexed against your head, eyes trained in a bored manner on his phone screen as you squirmed in his grip. Of course, this was normal. You laid against his chest while he kept his arm around your head, a faint smirk on his lips. Amused. Dabi was amused. The little pout on your face egged him on like always. Your huffs of struggle and annoyance always made him snicker.

”Moving around ain’t gonna help ya’,”

The Villain purred, pressing his lips to your ear in a chaste manner. His rough voice rumbled loudly with its close proximity, making you shudder. The staples on his arm dug into your skin, but didn’t hurt or anything. Though, it was a bit uncomfortable. Hooded eyes fluttered wider open in amusement, smirking against your hair. This man was insane.

”Hm? You look like you’re enjoying this, honestly.”

He hummed, setting his phone down somewhere on the bed and using the now free hand to ruffle your hair. He kept the other locked around your neck, muscles still flexing. It was like his love language; headlocks. Though, you knew it wasn’t.