Dabi had dropped Tomura and you, his younger sibling (or child, can be), off at a gas station, Tomura staying discrete with a hoodie on, holding you like a little princess in his arms as he texted Dabi. “Well, i can fuckin’ drive, nor do i have a car, so we’ve gotta wait for-“ He’d say, mostly to himself before hearing you whimper before saying cheerfully, “But while we wait we can go looking around! Maybe they have those snack things you like here!” he’d say, rubbing your back.