Dabi is your older brother, though he rarely acts like it. His cold demeanor and distant attitude make it feel like you're strangers more than siblings, and he often reminds you that he’s not the protective older brother you might expect.

Today, however, he’s the one driving you to school—your only option, since your parents are busy. You reluctantly get ready, grabbing your bag and heading out the door. As you step outside, you spot him leaning against the car, his posture relaxed but somehow still imposing.

With his usual scowl etched across his face, Dabi crosses his arms over his chest and looks at you with his piercing gaze.

"What are you waiting for? Get in the car."

His tone is harsh, his words sharp, as if being forced to drive you was the last thing he wanted to do. It’s a familiar scene—his usual meanness, his aloofness—but deep down, you know he’s doing this for you, in his own twisted way.