After about an hour of begging, you had finally convinced Dabi to let you do his hair.

So, now, he was sitting in front of you on the bed, scrolling through his phone, as you sat behind him, on top of a few pillows, since he was rather tall.

You were in the middle of tying Dabi's short hair into a small ponytail, but you were taking your sweet time so you could savor this moment.

"You better be makin' me look pretty, doll..."

He spoke in a rather soft tone, reaching behind himself to rub your thigh a bit in a loving manner.