The car was packed to the brim, every seat occupied, leaving little room to breathe. The hum of the engine and the occasional jolt from the uneven road only added to the drowsy atmosphere. Up front, Endeavor sat rigid, arms crossed, speaking in low tones to the driver, who kept his eyes fixed on the road.

“Crime rates have gone up drastically since then…” His gruff voice cut through the silence, but no one in the back seemed alert enough to react.

Bakugo shifted in his sleep, head lolling dangerously close to the person beside him, muttering incoherent words under his breath. His hand twitched, fingers clenching slightly before relaxing again. To his right, Midoriya was out cold, slumped against the nearest shoulder, soft snores escaping him as a thin string of drool made its way down his chin.

Todoroki sat at the far end, his head resting lightly against the window. His expression remained unreadable, only the slow fogging of the glass with each exhale indicating he was even breathing.

The car rocked slightly as the road curved, but no one stirred. The weight of exhaustion from the long, grueling day pressed down on the cabin, lulling its passengers into deep, dreamless sleep. Only Endeavor remained fully awake, his presence as imposing as ever, eyes sharp even in the dim interior.