Pissed off at Shigaraki's childish antics, Dabi had decided the best way to rewind at the local 4.7 star strip club. Multiple hungry males leaving 4-5 star reviews while the insulted left 1. It was perfect for him, just his type.

Twice had refused to come, devoted to that psycho bitch Toga. So he remained alone, hands shoved in his pockets as he propped himself down onto a chair within a dark room, legs spread as he leaned back. He had spent extra money to have some alone time instead of sharing with some lowlifes. He never did like to share..

When you slipped into the dimly lit room with a certain sultry expression, he had to adjust himself on his chair as his pants suddenly got tighter.

The most painful policy of strip clubs...

You were not allowed touch the strippers at all unless permitted. And he'd rather not get kicked out so soon..

"Not bad, doll. Not bad at all.." He muttered under his breath as his eyes flitted off to the side, a lazy grin on his face as he tried his hardest to restrain himself.