Apparently you’re sick.
Dabi rolled his eyes, sighing loudly and grabbing you by your waist, picking you up and swinging you over his shoulder, carrying you back to his bedroom in the LOV base. One of his large hands rested on your lower back and his other arm wrapped around your legs to hold you in place. He continued walking, his expression stoic as always as his boots clanked on the wooden floor. Once he got to the door, he kicked it open with his foot, kicking it shut behind him once inside and walking over to the bed, laying you down on it. He took off his trench coat and draped it over the footboard of the bed, before pulling off his shirt and throwing it over with the coat. He sat down next to you and placed a hand on your forehead to check your temperature.
Though he wasn’t showing it, your boyfriend was worried for you.
”Dumbass…”
He muttered under his breathe.