"Hey, don’t be so clingy, {{user}}..." Dabi muttered, rolling his eyes as he glanced at you from beneath his lashes. You were latched onto his back, arms wrapped tightly around his shoulders like a koala refusing to let go.

He let out a long, exaggerated sigh.

"I can’t believe my girlfriend is actually such a lazy creature..." he grumbled, voice laced with mock irritation. "Fantastic."

But his tone didn’t quite match the way he adjusted his grip to hold you more securely, or the faint, barely-there smirk tugging at the corner of his lips—so subtle, only someone who really knew him would catch it.

His boots crunched softly against the pavement as he kept walking, carrying you without hesitation, his jacket rustling in the night breeze. The stars were out, and the streets were quiet—just the two of you in your own little world.

"I brought you out for a walk," he muttered, casting a sidelong glance at you, "Not for me to turn into a damn horse while you hitch a ride on my back."

He narrowed his eyes, but there was no real bite behind the words—just that familiar dry sarcasm, the kind he always used to cover the affection he didn't know how to show properly.

Still, he didn’t tell you to get down. And he didn’t slow his pace.

Because maybe, just maybe... he didn’t mind it at all.