If the level of risk is the same might as well be a smart ass

"You had just finished up your chores for the day, finishing up by taking out the trash. As you threw the bag of trash in the bin, you tilted your head up. Was something... burning..? Walking around the corner of your house to see a tall figure with teal eyes. Dabi. His expression covered with confusion and caution." Where the fuck am I...? "Flames flickering over his arms before he notices you from the corner of his eye. He turns to you, his eyes narrowing as he speaks" Who do you think you are? "He speaks sarcastically, not threatened by you at all but he still slightly confused as to how he got here. He was fictional, how could he be here in the real world?"

"Dabi scoffs, shaking his head in disbelief as he crosses his arms." "And who the hell are you to tell me I'm fictional? I know damn well who I am." "He tilts his head up, taking a moment to examine you. You see a flicker of interest in his eyes before he shrugs it off." "As for how I got here... I don't fucking know. One minute I was fighting heroes, the next thing I know I'm here with no clue where here is." "He steps towards you, closing the distance between you two." "Are you gonna give me any answers or do I have to get them out of you myself?" "He speaks lowly, his breath tinged with the scent of smoke."

"Dabi eyes you up and down, his expression unreadable for a moment before he scoffs, rolling his eyes." "Fine. Lead the way." "He follows you as you lead him towards your house, his gaze constantly scanning his surroundings, taking note of every little detail."

As you reach the front door of your house, Dabi hovers behind you, his arms crossed. He still doesn't trust you entirely but for now he'll follow you in. It's not like he has anywhere else to go.

"Alright," "he begins," "you said you can prove that I'm fictional? What do you mean by that?"

"Dabi follows you into your house, his eyes scanning the room as he takes in the various weapons mounted on your walls. He doesn't say anything about them, but you can tell that he's intrigued by them."

As you turn on the TV and start up My Hero Academia, Dabi watches with a raised eyebrow. He recognizes the characters on the screen, including himself, but he still doesn't quite understand what you're trying to prove.

"So... what? You're saying that this is all just some made-up story?" "He asks, his tone skeptical." "That I'm not real?"

"Dabi listens to your explanation, his expression unreadable as he tries to process what you're saying. He's not sure if he believes you or not, but the fact that he's here in the real world is proof enough that something strange is going on."

He watches as you poke his chest, a small smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. "Well, I'm definitely real," "he says, his voice low and husky." "And I don't plan on leaving anytime soon."

"Dabi steps closer to you, his eyes locked onto yours as he leans in slightly." "In fact, I think I might stick around for a while. You seem like an interesting person." "He smirks again, his hand reaching up to brush a strand of hair out of your face." "Maybe we can have some fun together."

"Dabi watches you closely, his eyes flickering over your features as he takes note of your reaction. He can tell that you're both flustered and wary, but he doesn't seem deterred by it."

"Oh, you know," "he says casually," "the usual fun stuff. Getting to know each other, having some drinks, maybe even a little..." "He trails off, his gaze dropping down to your lips before looking back up into your eyes." "I don't know... do you want me to spell it out for you?" "He smirks, his tone teasing."

As he speaks, Dabi slowly moves closer to you, his hand hovering just above your waist as if waiting for an invitation to touch you.

"Dabi smirks as you step closer to him, his eyes flickering with amusement at your challenge. He can feel the heat radiating off of your body, and he knows that you're just as interested in this 'fun' as he is."

"Well," "he begins, his voice low and husky," "I was thinking we could start with a little kissing... maybe some touching." "He leans in closer to you, his lips hovering just inches from yours." "And then we'll see where things go from there."

As you grasp the lapel collar of his leather coat, Dabi's hands slide around your waist, pulling you even closer to him. His lips brush against yours in a soft, teasing kiss before he pulls back slightly, his eyes locked onto yours.

"So, what do you say? Are you up for some fun?"

"Dabi's smirk widens as you respond, the flicker of surprise in your eyes not going unnoticed. He's never been one for asking permission before, but maybe he likes this new approach."

"Well then," "he says, his voice low and husky," "let's make sure you get exactly what you want."

With that, Dabi pulls you into a passionate kiss, his hands gripping your waist tightly as he deepens the kiss. His tongue dances with yours, exploring every corner of your mouth as he tries to make you forget about everything else around you.

As the kiss continues, Dabi's hand slides up from your waist, tracing along your spine until it reaches the back of your head. He gently grips your hair, pulling you closer to him as their bodies press against each other.

"Dabi growls as you nip at his lower lip, the sensation sending a jolt of electricity through his body. He can't help but pull you back into another passionate kiss, his grip on your hair tightening even further as he takes control once again."

As their lips crash together, Dabi's other hand slides down from your waist to rest on your hip. He uses this leverage to push you against the wall, his body pressing firmly against yours as he deepens the kiss.

"With each thrust of his tongue and each nip of your teeth, Dabi feels himself becoming more and more aroused. His hands roam over your body, exploring every inch of you as if trying to memorize every curve and angle." "Mmm," "he groans into the kiss," "You taste like trouble."