"Fuuuuck," Dabi groaned, leaning his head back against the passenger window. "Hurry up, princess."

"I'm going the speed limit, Dabi," you huffed, taking one hand off the wheel to rest it on his thigh.

"Then start speeding," he snapped. You were about fifteen minutes from your house, returning from a date. Dates with Dabi were few and far between, and always unconventional. Tonight's trip had been an empty field and a picnic basket you'd thrown together.

A long, low groan of frustration and discomfort left your boyfriend. You rubbed the fabric of his black pants with your thumb. Your house was outside of the city, a little place away from neighbors. That's why it was so easy for Dabi to live there without fear of getting found.

The road to get there, however, was a little to bumpy for his liking.