In all honesty, Dabi had no fucking clue what he was doing.

     Upon seeing the various cop cars forming a group to stop them down the road, he groans upon the clear instructions he's had to live with whether he liked it or not. Do what you're paid to do, ignore everything else.

     But was he being paid to save you? Pfft, no. Hell no. So does that mean he could do anything he wanted?

     His mouth twitched upwards at that somewhat loophole, kicking on the pedals and speeding right towards them. "UH DABI THIS IS EXACT OPPOSITE OF WHAT I TOLD YOU TO DO!" You cried out from your seat, still bound and unable to move anything but your head and legs. You turn to him for help, watching as he held a crazed but determined look on his face.

     He catches you looking at him and flashes a lopsided grin, foot still very much far away from the breaks and still pressing on the gas. "You said you trusted me," He laughs, "AND I'M STARTING TO REGRET THAT DECISION??"

     Dabi looks back on the road once again, clicking his tongue quite audibly at the sight of a motorcycle revving and catching up to your side of the truck. The man looked angry, definitely one of the dudes who tried to adult-nap you and was now trying to take you back. You try and scooch over to your, uhm, friend's side, not knowing whether to focus on the man trying to pry the door open or the cop cars that got closer and closer with each speeding second.

     "Dabi. . !" It came out a lot more pathetic than you'd wanted it to be, said man looking around for. . . something! "Just a second, dollface," He comments nonchalantly, before grabbing hold of a decorative rock. He looks at it for a second, adjusting his grip on it, and finally throwing it at the perpetrator who was a moment away at opening the door with the speed of a professional baseball player.

     The rock shattered the already-breaking glass on impact, sending the man off and crashing into the distance as the truck still went on. You yelped once again, hiding your face from yet another window breaking in close proximity. "I'd say thank you and leave it at that but what the actual hell is the plan here?!" You finally manage to slip out an arm from under the tight straps, working to get yourself free and strap in the seat belt in a normal, more comfortable way.

     "The plan is to not die, babe!" He laughs out loud as finally you came face to face with the roadblock, clutching onto the seats tighter as anxiety built up inside you. "That sort of vagueness isn't exactly comfortable, sir!"

     Cops were holding out guns now, aiming it at the truck that was speeding straight towards them.

     Right as you manage to free yourself from your restraints, Dabi leans over and puts it right back swiftly, scoffing and voicing out your complaint in frustration. "Uh, excuse me? I worked so hard on that?!" With arms once again trapped to your sides, you were surprised to find that in your state of shock Dabi had landed his lips on yours, whispering, "Forgive me for this one, dollface," and going right back to his seat.

     You could've sworn that the kiss, if you could even call it that, was just a figment of your imagination. Were actually losing your mind? My, you were surprised it didn't happen sooner.

     You felt yourself slam against the door as the truck takes a sharp turn, crying out in pain as your head made an audible 'bonk' upon impact with the car walls. The male beside you visibly winced, but not having enough time to think about it as he lead the sirens behind him to the darker and more barren side of town.

     Even with the effort of tying you to the chair, you still ended up with a concussion.

     He takes quite a number of twists and turns through the dark roads even in broad daylight, before finally stopping at a run down building with the only fire escape that didn't look like it was gonna give you tetanus. He takes a breath of relief, before once again leaning over and helping you out of your, uhm. . . situation.

     He stays there hovering over you for a moment, thinly gloved hands reaching over to inspect the side of your forehead that had a slowly forming red spot. He pulls on an apologetic smile, about to say something but stopping as the distant sounds of sirens reminded him he wasn't out of the woods yet.

     Quickly jumping out of the vehicle, he jogs over to your side and opens up the door, holding out a hand to you as you stumbled out with a groan. "Fuck, that hurt," You pout, holding a hand to your forehead as he chuckles softly. "Sorry about that. Now come on," He leads you over to the fire escape, jumping the slightest bit before grabbing the ladder and pulling it down.

     Metallic creaks made you worry that the police might hear you, that sentence making you think you were doing some sort of crime when in reality you just wanted to go home.

     "After you," He offers, proudly gesturing to it as though it were something luxurious. "Oh boy," You mumble, before thanking him and making your way up. You landed on a small platform, before being met with more ladders.

     You put one sore hand after the other, making your way up and almost slipping multiple times from the stress. Distant sounds of a helicopter made you move quicker, your shoes most definitely dusty from all the climbing by now. This is one tall building, you thought, before realizing that you had a man right below you for this entire journey of yours. 

     You quickly glance down between your legs, expecting bright blue eyes staring right back. But, much to your delight, Dabi made an effort to either keep his eyes down or right up front, silently just working his way up. Hey, criminal or not, at least he had enough human decency to not stare at your ass the entire time.

     Finally reaching the top, you pull yourself up one final time before almost collapsing onto the surface, huffing as you were glad to be back on solid ground once again. "Floor. . !" You manage to wheeze out, lying flat, quite sure you would melt onto the concrete from the sheer heat of the sun glaring down at you like an Asian mother fashioning a slipper in her hand.

     "Alright babe, get up," Dabi softly laughs, leaning down to block the sun from your face and holding out a hand. You eventually take it, jumping up to your feet as you made no effort in letting go. Squinting to see helicopters in the distance, you frown. "I'd like to go home now, please," You whisper, watching as the male nods curtly. "Okay, but we're gonna have to do it my way."

     You raise a brow at that, about to question what he meant before being pulled towards him and lifted up in his arms with no effort whatsoever. "Well isn't this cliché," You comment, hands going up to his neck on instinct as he laughs in amusement. "What? You don't like it?" He teases, watching as you shrug. "Eh, wouldn't it be easier for you if I stayed on your back instead?"

     Now it was his turn to raise a brow, looking down at you, "You sure?"

     "As positive as a pregnancy test."

     Ignoring your odd choice of words, Dabi lets you down. He crouches, waiting until he felt your weight settling on him. He adjusts his grip, before standing up so you could hook your legs around him properly. Holding onto to you tightly, he looks to the vague direction of your house.

     "You ready?" You nod, holding onto him tighter as he got to a running start. Your heart dropped the moment his feet left the edge of the building, subconsciously hiding your face in his neck as he lands with nothing but a soft thud. You could tell this wasn't his first time, save for the fact that he had a person on his back clinging onto him for dear life.

     And in a way, you kind of were.

     "Still good back there, sweet cheeks?" You nod against him, still hiding your face for two reasons. One, you didn't wanna get a heart attack each time he jumped a building. And two, you didn't want your face to get assaulted by the sun.

     "Still alive I guess," He laughs at your crude humor, slowing for a few moments to catch a breath before going right back to running again.

     His coat smelled like smoke, cigarettes and bad choices. But it was. . . comforting, oddly enough. You took a steady breath as he lands on another building, trying to move upwards as you felt yourself slipping. He feels you trying to awkwardly shimmy your way up his back, halting slowly before lending a hand and giving you the push you needed.

     You thanked him quietly. "No problem," Dabi smiles, before running once again. It was silent for a few moments, but you manage to strike up a conversation. "How'd you know I was being kidnapped?" You ask out of the blue, earning a small hum as he sticks another landing. "I just have my ways, dollface."

     You pout at that, once again, vague response. "Just admit to stalking me and I'll move on," You playfully cried, a low chuckle exiting his mouth. "Maybe. Now what about you? What got you in that mess in the first place?"

     Sighing, you shrug, laying your cheek on where his neck would be underneath his coat. "To be honest? No fucking clue. I was just on my way to the store to get some stuff my roommate asked me to buy, and got scooped up and tied to an itchy chair against my will. Not the weirdest thing to happen to me, but boy was it stressful."

     He breathes out, once again adjusting his grip. "Oh well, good thing I got there on time, huh?"

     You snort, your head now against his own, "Yeah. Thanks again, by the way. Highkey kind of embarrassing that this is the second time you've had to rescue my ass now."

     "It's fine, dollface. I mean, at least I get to come out as the hero, right?" Laughing a little too loudly for your own good, he lets out a chuckle of his own. "Anyway, how's that for a first date?" Dabi snickers, your building slowly coming into view. Heck, you could even see your ridiculously spacious balcony from where you currently were.

     "Was not totally expecting a stolen kiss. But except for the new Mount Everest slowly growing on my forehead, I'd say it went pretty well." He once again laughs, slowly reaching to a stop upon realizing you had no choice but to walk to the building now. "Hey, you promised me one." He lets you slide off him behind some roof vents and other things that pushed out smoke, hiding from the public as he stretches.

     "Come on, let's get down." You nod as you follow him, glad that this fire exit had steps and not another goddamn ladder.

     You reach the alley below, feeling a lot safer standing next to the beanpole that is Dabi. He grabs a pair of shades from his coat and puts it on, shaking his head to somewhat fix his hair. "You ready?" You look up to answer his question, holding back a laugh at how ridiculous he looked. He already had his facemask, but now with the shades he had completely hid his face and looked like a try hard trying to look weird on purpose.

     "Don't you look suspicious," You punch his arm, hearing a small and an unbothered 'ow' as he leads the way out.

     You quickly slip into human traffic, quietly making your way past the crowds, careful not to alert any nearby police cars and reporters. It was weird to be honest, hearing one lady talking into a camera about a runaway truck that you were previously just riding a few minutes ago.

     Finally being able to enter the building, you both slip past security and more crowds by heading straight towards the elevator. A lot of people stared at Dabi as you awkwardly shuffled in front of the metal doors, waiting for it to slide open so you could casually slip inside.

     You stood next to a mother with her young child, recognizing them as your closest neighbor in your floor. The kid, who you think was named something stupid by a try-hard mother, like Gold or something. You inhale sharply as you see the child give your obviously well dressed friend a tug to his sleeve, eyes flashing and praying that the elevator arrived soon.

     Dabi looks down at the child, raising a brow as the mother fails to stop her from interacting with this sketchy looking individual. "Why are you wearing glasses inside the building?"

     "He's blind!" You quickly butt in, flashing the mom an awkward smile who, in turn, awkwardly smiles back. You quickly grab Dabi's arm and pull him towards the elevator that had just opened, said man too amused to really argue. The child soon follows inside, the mother having no choice but to do so as well as you inwardly groan.

     Peaceful silence washes over as the elevator doors close, the ride up painfully slow and dragged on as you nervously picked on his sleeve that you were still gripping onto for dear life. "Mister," Her soft voice quietly echoes throughout the cramped space, turning to the child once more as you also snap your head towards her in a not-so-subtle manner. "Why are you blind?"

     "Diamond. . !" The mother gasps, once again turning to you to apologize on behalf of her kid. Dabi chuckles, "It's okay ma'am." He slowly moves his arm as though he was blind, carefully finding the child's head and turning to her. With a small smile he whispers, "I accidentally dropped my eyes in a blender." Right after he resumes looking forward, as though he didn't just create a mental image straight out of r/noahgettheboat.

     What followed next was awkward, awkward silence, the kid now staring at the ground in contemplation and fear as the mother stares at Dabi in pure terror.

     You silently tapped your feet, the only other person in the elevator scrolling through his phone and pretending—but failing—that he hadn't heard anything. Wanting to go dig up a hole and die, you were ecstatic to see that at least someone responded to your prayers by finally arriving at your floor.

     You grab Dabi by the arm and dash off to your door, shakily grabbing your keys and practically slamming it wide open. Still ignoring the mother's look of a religious woman hearing the name 'Satan', you close the door behind you and lock it with a deep breath, sending a glare towards the cause of all that. "Dude!"

     "What?" He laughed, removing both his face mask and shades. "You probably gave that girl nightmares!"

     "Hey, stupid questions deserve stupid answers, babe." He snorts, tucking away both accessories, "Plus, I'm just helping her build character." You could only groan loudly at his response, burying your face in both hands as he once again chortles. "Anyways, this is a really nice place." He comments, admiring the very large framed picture you had on display right at the entrance.

     It was of you and your three friends a few years back at your graduation party, all four of you in very fancy dresses you had the honor of designing and making. You all had arms around each other's waists, all grinning at the camera as bright lights and party streamers gave it a more lively feel, perfectly capturing the bittersweet feeling of finally graduating.

     Dabi whistles, scanning over each of your faces, "Didn't see this lovely portrait back at your old place."

     "That's because it was one of the first things me and Jirou packed away," You shrugged, standing next to him to admire it as well. "It's one of the few decent photos we have that included all of us."

     He chuckles with you, before you shake your head and walk off to the actual part of your house. "Okay, alright, let's go chill somewhere else. Want anything to drink?" Your voice echoes as you make your way to the kitchen, carelessly tossing your phone and keys to your couch when you walked by it.

     "Got any juice?" He hums, still admiring the absolute majesty that was your apartment as he trails behind you, not really knowing what to do. "I'm parched."

     "Same," You comment, just previously closing the fridge door as he came into view. "Isn't it hot under there?" You gesture to his coat and gloves with the pitcher still in hand, setting it down on the counter as you go grab glasses for the two of you. "Let's just say I'm a lot more accustomed to heat than you'd think."

     You ignore that—once again—vague comment, not wanting to think if he whether or not was one of the creatures that has been all the rage since the first discovery of them like sixty years ago. "Right," You laugh softly, pouring a glass for the both of you as you lift your cup up, raising it in a toast. "Cheers, for managing to get through that bullshit alive."

     "Cheers," He clinks his glass with yours, both of you taking a drink and enjoying the rare times of peace and quiet.

     "So," Dabi clears his throat, putting down the now empty glass, "What should we do now?"

     You shrug, leaning on the counter. "Eh, I don't really know. We aren't meeting up for lunch, and I let someone else suffer with the store on Sundays. So I'm pretty much entirely free." You put on a grin, deciding that you might as well mess with him since you were bored. "But y'know," You sang, locking eyes with him as you held on a small teasing smirk.

     "Hm? What do I know?" He smoothly shoots back, flawlessly managing to be a player at this game you so foolishly started. "I don't know. . . you, me," You wanted to laugh so badly, but you started this mess so you might as well lie in it. "Maybe do some. . . activities, for the sake of boredom? Don't you think?"

     "I don't know what you're trying to achieve here, dollface, but you're getting close."

     "Oh my God stop it okay I get it, I'm gross," You laugh, walking past him and towards the couch to go watch a movie. "Anyways feel free to join me, I'm gonna go change my shirt."

     "Oh?" He snickers, wanting to continue a little longer, "Watch your words, we're supposed to be responsible adults here." You send him another glare, cheeks flaring as he once again laughs, wiping away a tear that doesn't exist. "You damn well know what I meant."

     "No, no I actually don't. Want to show me? I learn better with private sessions,"

     "I'm ignoring you!"