Roadtrips are fun—simple enough to pass the time. The views can be nice, and although Dabi attempts to keep the members of the LOV at a distance, he can admit it's nice to spend time with you all. It's nice to feel like he has a family.

So with Kurogiri behind the wheel, he drives at an easy enough pace, the steady hum of the car on the road being drowned out by Toga's annoyingly loud pop music blaring on the radio while she bops around in the seat to Dabi's left. Tomura has taken the passenger seat, legs perched on the dashboard as he messes with his Nintendo Switch. Dabi sits in the middle, and Spinner is to his right, talking to Tomura over the seat—the dorks, bonding over video games. The last of the league, Twice and Mr. Compress, are cramped in the truck. You, however? You're stuck perched on Dabi's lap.

You see, the car actually isn't very large—hence Twice and Compress staying in the trunk. The League is broke. Utterly poor. So, of course, they couldn't afford a large vehicle, and stealing one is such a hassle! So, of course, someone is destined to sit in another's lap, or else someone isn't going. It just so happened to be your turn.

You aren't very familiar with Dabi, he's just so closed off and picky about what he shares. No one knows anything of his past, not even his name, or something as simple as a favorite color! So secretive. You decided he was bearable enough to sit on, though. It would feel weird to sit on a teen girl's lap, after all, and Spinner gets all awkward. It's a total buzzkill.

But with the unpaved roads getting bumpier, you feel it getting all awkward. You're trying not to jostle all over his lap, but each pothole has you lifting in his lap and plopping back down! You have no choice, really. And it's even worse that you haven't exchanged any words, he's just been idly scrolling on his phone while you watch on.

With another bump, you lift in his lap again, and this time, you feel something that wasn't there originally. A bump..? No, it's nothing like that, and his pockets aren't there–

It's his dick, you realize soon after hearing the soft grunt with his exhale. And he knows you know when you go still.

".. Shit, 'm sorry," he mumbles into your ear, suddenly feeling awkward. He hardly knows you, yet he's getting all hot and bothered because of you sitting on his lap. He can't help it, though! It's not either of your faults that you were forced to grind all up on him! And it's not his fault he's a virgin! "It's- ah... um, just- a reaction, it's nothing," he adds in a mutter, uncomfortable with himself. To make you feel like how his father did to his mother would make him sick. Although, you seem okay, he hopes.