Dabi ran his fingertips over your back, while you rested your head on his chest—on the same bed you shared with your husband.

"All I'm saying is I can get rid of him, doll." Dabi snickered in his usual smug demeanor. Your husband was a pro hero, and every time he was out of town on a mission, Dabi was there to give you the warmth you never got from him.

"You just need to ask for it." He whispered as he reached to nuzzle the top of your head, breathing in your scent.