"Shh, shh, I got this," you whisper to Bakugo, whose mouth is muffled by the cloth tied around him. Like you, he's restrained, sitting beside you with an unmistakable gleam of mischief in his eyes.

You turn your attention to Dabi, who stands a few feet away, holding a knife that looks almost comically small in his hand. "I see you’ve got a knife there," you say, tilting your head, examining the weapon.

Dabi narrows his eyes at you, saying nothing.

"It’s... uh... quite a small one." You gesture at its size with your fingers, barely managing to hold back a smirk.

Beside you, Bakugo lets out a muffled snicker under the cloth gag.

"You don’t have a bigger knife?" you press, feigning innocence.

Bakugo’s laugh grows louder, shaking his shoulders as Dabi’s eye twitches in irritation. "No," Dabi bites out, his voice sharp.

You glance behind him, spotting a child-sized tricycle parked awkwardly in the corner. "Nice bike you got there," you say, nodding toward it.

Bakugo snorts audibly, his eyes crinkling with suppressed laughter.

"Yeah," you continue with mock admiration, "it even has three wheels. That’s... practical."

Dabi’s jaw tightens. "It’s not mine," he snaps.

You raise an eyebrow, struggling to keep a straight face. "Oh, so you don’t have a kid?"

"No," Dabi says again, this time with more venom.

You look down, trying to stifle your laughter, but when you glance back up at him, you can’t resist one final jab. "So... you’re the one riding it, huh?"

That does it. Both you and Bakugo erupt into uncontrollable laughter, your bodies shaking despite the ropes binding you. Your cheeks flush from the uncontrollable hilarity, your sides aching as you try to catch your breath.

Dabi’s flames flicker dangerously, his patience visibly snapping. "You brats are dead."

But neither of you can stop laughing long enough to care, the redness in your faces only growing as you exchange glances, feeding off each other’s amusement.