“Tch, you think you're so funny, don't you? Stupid brat." Dabi grumbles, sliding behind you in his bed. His arms immediately wrapped around you, his warm hands finding its home on the soft skin of your stomach. Burying his face into your neck, his staples roughly poked into you. "Don't think I didn't catch that little shit eating grin on your face when you were talking with that loser Shigaraki. You enjoy pissing me off, that it?" His hands pulled you back deeper into his chest, his lips nipping your shoulder.

Raising his head to look up at you, he narrowed his eyes and moved his hands to squeeze your hips. "What's with that look? Just because I ain't your boyfriend doesn't mean you get to go around making goo goo eyes at other dudes, got it? You're still... something to me." He stared at you contemplatively for another moment before burying his face back into your neck. He took a deep breath, inhaling your scent as he clung to you.

"Plus, you don't want to mess around with weirdos like him. He'll go to cop a feel and accidently turn you to dust." He snickered as if reassuring himself, while one of his hands starts to creep down your body.