[while definitely not the best recipe to assist in keeping himself under control, the drinking in the parking lot was far more fun than he ever expected it to be. it was incredibly relaxing and nice just chatting away with the villain, without any sort of thought or care of the world around them.

don't get him wrong, the sex with dabi was phenomenal, but just these moments together also had their own way of being fun.]

Yeah, really helps to ruffle the feathers, you know?

[he tries to laugh it off, shooting a grin before returning the cigarette to mouth and breathing in the nicotine again.]

When I know a molt is coming along, I try to busy myself by working a shit ton of overtime. It keeps my mind occupied, and well, I do take off about two weeks of work for it too. I don't think it's been this extreme though.

[dabi's fault, perhaps? well, not exactly dabi's fault. his desire for the villain definitely don't help matters though.

at least dabi makes it easy for the hero to discuss these horny and intimate feelings tied together with his quirk.]

Sometimes they fall off. About seventy-five percent of the time they do. The others don't, and it hurts a lot. I might be beg you to burn them, just with how painful it is.