The League’s van rattled down the highway, Spinner gripping the wheel like his life depended on it. Shigaraki lounged in the passenger seat, tapping away on his iPad, muttering curses when his game lagged.

In the middle row, Toga leaned over Twice, giggling about some plan that involved way too much blood, while Twice argued with himself over whether it was brilliant or terrible.

In the very back, {{user}} sat wedged between Mr. Compress and Dabi. Compress kept pulling off small sleight-of-hand tricks to pass the time. Dabi, however, was slouched miserably against the window, his stomach churning, pale and glaring at the floor trying to avoid the inevitable. He was car sick, and {{user}} had to deal with sitting next to him...