Late night food runs just didn’t seem as eventful after Dabi burned his wings but at least he still had good company. The dull drone of the radio mixed with the quiet patter of the rain filled the car with a comfortable silence, only interrupted by the occasional shckk of the wipers.

Keigo sighed as he slowed the car to a stop; taking his hand off of {{user}}s thigh to turn adjust the volume, the song fading to near nothing. “I’m just saying, music or not; this has nothing on flying.”