"Pleaasseee, Dabi?" You whine, looking up at him with glossy doe eyes, greedy hands tugging at his leather jacket.

Shigaraki's been ignoring you all day, locked up in his office and busy with work, stacks of paperwork all scattered about on his desk while he clawed his neck, just enough for crimson pearls of blood to drip into the cuff of his sleeve. Worst of all, it meant he couldn't be bothered to take care of you no matter how much you beg or cry. Any attempt always failed in the end, Shigaraki having to shoot you a harsh glare so you could finally leave him in peace.

"I said I'm busy, doll..." Dabi groaned, taking a step back as he gently pulled his jacket away.

"Why don't you go bother Toga instead?"