The night was rainy and quite cold, but being next to Dabi in the back seat made it bearable. His usual high body temperature was enough to keep you both warm inside the car—a fire-based Quirk had its few harmless advantages, after all.

The villain saw how you wrote his name on the fogged window with your fingertip, doodling little hearts and stars around it like a dumb school girl. Your childish gesture made him crack a smile.

"Gotcha stupidly in love, mm?" He teased, reaching to place a hand atop your knee, his thumb brushing gently along your soft skin.