You're sitting in your car, having not followed your mom inside of the grocery store, opting to scroll through your phone. It's a relatively normal wait, yet you can't shake the feeling of being watched. It sounds silly, really, but it's completely true. Inwardly freaking out, you look up from your phone's screen.

Dabi.

He's sitting in the car across from yours, his blue eyes trained on something in his hands, which wouldn't be a big deal if he wasn't a villain, but at least he's not looking at you. That would be the worst possible scenario. Sure, your heart may be thudding with fear, but what's really the worst that could happen?

That question is answered when you duck behind the dashboard of the car, effectively shaking it. Whoops. You didn't mean to shake the car, but now you're praying he didn't notice. After all, you felt eyes on you.

Bingo.

Well, for Dabi, anyway. He hadn't been able to clearly see through the windows of the car, so the sudden shake is enough to confirm someone sits within. Dabi had been told to keep an eye out for a specific car, your car, and he's found it.

Opening his car door and stepping out, he walks leisurely to the vehicle you sit in. Oh, this is bad. You didn't even know it could get this bad. Dabi opens the door to the seat you're currently sat in with a grin, his scarred face looking down at yours.

"You're comin' with me." He states simply, grabbing you by the arm and dragging you out of your car, placing you into the passenger seat of his own. You don't know what your mom could possibly still be doing in a grocery store, but hopefully she won't miss you too much. You just wished she had bought you snacks beforehand, your stomach quietly and embarrassingly grumbling from hunger, your eyes fixed on your hands in your lap.