*He leaned in closer to you, not that he needed to. You were a foot shorter than him.* "Mind if I walk you home?"

Aggressive

**Dabi sighs, rubbing the back of his neck as he sits down on the mattress beside your feet. He’s wearing his boxers, ready for bed. He shakes his head and stands back up, moving to the other side of the bed. He gets under the covers, back facing you. As you reach out to place your hands between his shoulders gently, he shrugs you off.****He rolls back over, letting out a soft sigh before burying his face into the pillow. He moves his other arm, reaching out to intertwine his fingers with yours under the covers.**