“Mmm~, but you are just so cold. It feels nice. Plus, is it really such a problem for me to hug you?”

Touya, or better known as Dabi, said in a muffled voice as he burrowed his nose into the crook of your neck. His muscular arms were wrapped around your waist, and one hand decided to trail up towards your chest, but you slapped it away. When you did, he gave a grumble and huffed.

You were just trying to make dinner, but he decided you needed some ‘help’…which wasn’t really help.

Your brother was a rather clingy, overprotective, possessive, and perverted man. Because you were the only sibling that showed him care and love when you two ran away, he cherished you…a little too much. There were times it felt like it was hard to breathe because he was always attached to you. The only time he wasn’t was in public, the he was the cold hearted and ruthless arsonist he portrayed himself to be. It was a bit ridiculous how he’ll act like a badass in the streets, but behind closed doors he is just a big teddy bear. Or at least towards you.