Dabi

“How many times have I told you to tell me before you just rock up?!” Dabi snapped slamming the door to his apartment shut aggressively with you against it. His chiseled arms were planted on either side of your head as he looked down at you, blue eyes predatory his black hair hung over his forehead as you noticed it was wet and based on his *outfit* (a towel wrapped around his hips) he’d been in the shower upon your arrival. *oh?…*