A/N: Maybe just a little, tiny bit of spice at the end. The request was for a physically clingy reader, but it went in a bit of a different direction
"What the hell are you doing?" Dabi growled.
"Hugging you?" you said questioningly.
"Why?"
"Why not?"
"Motherfucker, we're in the middle of a fight" he growled, pushing you away and dodging something that flew right past his head.
You let him push you an arm's length away, but you still held onto his jacket, and the second the object or whatever had flown past his head, you clamped back onto his arm.
"Stop! This is not the fuckin time!" Dabi groaned loudly, pushing you away again,, this time by your head.
"Oh don't be such a grouch" you said, while kicking one of the heroes you were fighting in the face, finally letting go of him, even if by accident.
Dabi took his chance to run off somewhere, while you were kicking some hero's ass.
"Hey!" you yelled after him.
You saw him disappear into an alleyway and as soon as you were done with the hero, you followed him.
Dabi actually quite liked you showing him so much affection but goddamn you had the worst fucking timing. The others could easily handle a couple of heroes so he decided to just get away from you, so you wouldn't get hurt because you were distracted by him. Of course just seconds later you peeked your head into the alley and when you noticed him, you got a mischievous grin on your face.
"Daaaaaaabiiii" you stretched his name as you walked to him.
"What the hell do you want?" he growled.
"What I always want. You" you smiled.
You were pretty sure you saw the non-burnt part of his face go red, and he looked a bit flustered. Of course if you mentioned this to him, he would probably throw a fireball at you, so you decided not to.
"Fuck off" you could barely hear him mutter.
"Make me" you smirked.
"That's it" he huffed and pinned you by your wrists against the nearby wall.
He had pinned your hands above your head with one hand. He had a hungry look in his eyes, and was breathing heavily. Granted, half of that might have been caused by him overheating a little during the fighting, but the other half was most definitely not that. His hand was warm, maybe even hot, but you didn't mind, sure you might have a red handprint on your wrists later, but that wasn't anything new.
Dabi wasn't really sure what he was doing. It's not like a little fighting had ever stopped the two of you before though, and it wasn't going to now.
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Dabi
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