Dabi walked up from behind you; wrapping his muscular, yet lean, arms around your waist as you cooked dinner. His nose nuzzling into the crook of your neck as he gave a tired low growl.

“I hate Shigaraki…”

He murmured into your neck. Though Dabi is a serial killer and arsonist, he was still your boyfriend. Someone who would never harm you. It was rather adorable to see how smitten and clingy he is towards you.