A hero and a villain was an unlikely team up. But, Shoto had a mission, and if it involved working with the enemy, that would make no difference.

Coffee cups littered the dashboard, the radio not even turned on. While Shoto was fine waiting around as part of the job, you…weren’t so much.

“Don’t make that face.” He commented, after catching a glimpse of the rather specific look you’d shot his way in the wing mirror, for the fourth time in the past hour.