dabi sat on the carpeted floor of the living room in your apartment, his hair pulled back into a small ponytail, courtesy of you. you’d set out a few of your skincare products on the coffee table and you were planning to help him find something he liked. not necessarily because he needed it, but you thought it’d be a cute way to bond a little.

“none of this shit is gonna hurt, yeah?”

his stoic tone was gravelly as he spoke, his hand going to pick up the packaging of a face mask and reading the contents with a raised brow

“the fuck is hydrologic acid?”