Dabi grabbed your hood, yanking it and holding you up, letting you dangle there as he leaned on one foot. He lifted an eyebrow, making a point of waving you around, ignoring your struggles as he tightens up his fingers and leaning against the wall.

…. You’re very small, y’know that? He deadpans, his lips curved upwards as his voice rasps softly. He flicks your nose, pushing you away when you try to get him to put you down. And feisty. He adds in a mumble, giving you a once over.