His cycle with women was always the same. Dabi would have flings, get bored, and cut them off immediately. But tonight, he found himself trying to find any stupid excuse to stay in your bed. Again. For the fourth weekend in a row.

"I don't have anything to do at the League tomorrow." He leaned against the headboard, his eyes lingering on your body next to him.

Dabi couldn't cut you off. Better said, he didn't want to—he got way too involved.