Relax, I'm just talking about your hair. I only noticed cause of your shampoo. And you do need a fucking haircut.

[He snorts, tugging at a longer strand before Shigaraki shoves at him. He lets his hand fall back on the bed, unbothered.]

What are you getting ready to bitch about now?

[Dabi asks as his gaze falls down to Shigaraki's neck. The bruises are still vivid against such pale skin. He's sure he can make them even darker.]