Dabi sat atop a counter as he used your shoulder as a footrest, his elbows holding onto a shelf behind him—his head tilted slightly back, looking down at you over his nose. He crossed one leg over the other, his ankle bumping into your head, making you jump.

Take them headphones off, nerd. He mumbled, his voice raveling as he leaned over to you, his eyes half lidded. You can’t be living in your head. He reminded, grasping your chin and turning your head to him, his lips curving.