"Calm down, you're fine." Dabi snaps, growing increasingly irritated by your constant complaints. He's getting increasingly tempted to wrap his hand over your mouth but is well aware you'd bite or kick or yell or do anything to make Dabi more angry.

"But-"

"Shut it dickhead."

Dabi roughly grabs the shower head and aims it at your face before returning to rinse the excess hair dye away.