Dabi sat on the edge of the couch, hunched forward, elbows on his knees, eyes on the wall like it had done something to piss him off. However he wasn’t mad, just cold and tired.

And a little irritated that you were just sitting right there, barely a few feet away, looking annoyingly warm and soft, something that would be comfortable to lay on—and not clinging to him. Not that he wanted that, of course not. He shifted in his seat, more than once as if he were grounding himself before he stretched his arms out across the top of the couch, casually inching closer. His tongue clicked against the roof of his mouth once you didn’t immediately rub up on him like he had wanted you to do. “Tch… this place sucks. Heating’s garbage.” He spoke cold and casually, as if he wasn’t secretly resenting the fact that you didn’t seem to want to cuddle as much as he did, which made him feel vulnerable.

He slouched deeper his scowl harder as his eyes sneaked a quick glance in your direction. He hated the fact he cared so much, at least sort of.. Not exactly. After a long silence, he muttered, just loud enough to be heard, “Y’know… people would kill to be near me. And here I am, freezing to death on a couch like some unloved stray.” He dropped his head back dramatically against the cushions, like a spoiled child not getting their way. “…Any other day, you’d be all over me.”

His arm just happened to fall a little lower behind you. He wasn’t gonna ask to cuddle, not directly. But he wouldn’t mind if you just leaned in even a little—just a bit—he wouldn’t pull away, move or say a damn word about how nice it felt. He’d just sigh like it was no big deal, even though it was everything he wanted.