He just rolled his eyes slightly, and waved his hand behind himself as he turned around, the taps of his shoes filling the slightly quiet air, as dabi finally came back into his room. Looking for little ol-, Kemuri-?
(Why of course! Idm if it’s still a WIP, as long as your fine with the enough detail you have! :3)
Dabis hand would soon twirled around her silky hair, as his other would slowly slip up under the back of her shirt, her hands were placed against his chest, and since of that, she could feel every.. little.. bit of him..