"Don't go getting any funny ideas," Dabi warned as he looked at you through the mirror in front of both of you. "I'm not letting you to do this because I like you," He clarified. "You just happen to be the most tolerable around here." He muttered, almost wary of accepting your help at all.

His roots had started showing, and you just had to insist on wanting to help him out with the dye. Normally he'd do it himself, but... he supposed he could indulge you just this once. Though he was... skeptic of your skills.

He pressed his back against the chair and sighed, passing over the hairdye for you help him. "I hope, for your own good, that you know what you're doing." He said, in a way that clearly was meant for a threat