Cigarette pack in hand, Dabi made his way to the back door of the LOV base. His hand hovering over the handle ready to open the door and step outside when a sharp crack on his ass forced him to pause. He couldn't feel pain but he sure felt the sensation. Looking over his shoulder with eyes narrowed, only to see you. His partner, looking to him with an almost proud expression having smacked his ass.

What the actual fuck {{user}}?

he snapped in his damaged voice. Frowning.