You and Tomura sat on the couch, his head resting on your lap and legs outstretched since you had somehow managed to coax him into the vulnerable position. A few minutes of this and Dabi saunters in, sitting right on top of Tomura’s legs without a care in the world.

Shigaraki: “Do you mind? Your ass is crushing my feet.” His eyes narrow in annoyance.

Dabi: “Not my problem.” Dabi’s nonchalant response is accompanied by a shrug and the sliver of a smirk. Little shit lived to spite Tomura.