Shigaraki got back to the rest of the group eventually, the three already making their way through the window they originally entered from. The plank he put on the door was pretty much on the verge of breaking as what sounded like multiple bodies slamming against it echoed throughout the building, clicking his tongue as he made his way up the stairs with two planks in hand. He wasn't sure why he did it, but he did, and here we are.

     By the time he got there Toga was already making her way down, playing the role of lookout as Dabi accompanied you through the slippery and wet condition that was the outside. From what the leader could tell, you were wincing every now and then, and Dabi was treating you like a child. It was a miracle, really, for someone as stubborn and closed-off as the phoenix to be showing so much care for a single person. 

      He rolls his eyes, waiting for you to slip through so he could follow. By now the door to this place was entirely reliant on what remained of its splinters, and he didn't exactly trust it all too much. "What the fuck are you gonna do with those?" Dabi took the time to actually talk to him as he vaguely gestures to the planks in his hold, almost forgetting he had them in the first place as he shrugged. He responded with what sounded—if you listen really closely—like an 'I don't know', before moving on from the conversation as he jumps out the window.

     By the time he closed it the door had already gave way, sounds of crashing and shouting from the inside making him hum in satisfaction. Great! All the guards were inside, they can get the fuck out of here now, whoopee!

     . . .

     Is what Shigaraki would say if he didn't catch you walking towards what looked like a crane.

     "Uhh, Y/N, babe, sweetie, what the hell are you doing?" Dabi had a slight limp as he went after you, eyes darting left and right for any signs of guards left outside. He held onto his leg in a weak attempt to stop the bleeding, the overall darkness cloaking you all in a camouflage that mixed both the rain and blood. You looked unbothered, walking in the rain with as much grace and authority you always showed in your work place. As much as you could while you bled and had cuts everywhere, that is.

     You approached the passive vehicle with a reckless plan forming in your mind, noting how it still held onto what looked like a bundled up stack of large metal pipes. With relatively few adjustments you could. . .

     Ignoring the questioning looks the two you had only really met today gave you and Dabi asking you what you were doing again, you climbed onto the driver's side. It was attached to the side of an overall larger truck, slipping in your heels in an attempt to climb it. You cursed and kicked off your shoes, about to climb your way up again despite your aching body, before feeling a grip on your waist as you get easily heaved up. "You better know what you're doing," You ignored Dabi once again, sighing in relief at the small amount of shelter it could provide you from the rain as all your clothes collectively seemed heavier the moment you sat down.

     You ignored it, tapping your foot as stress built up while you got everything set. Oh God this was stupid, so so fucking stupid, but you sure as hell weren't about to give up that easily.

     "What is she doing??" Toga sounded more curious than she let on, her look of exasperation long-lost as you go to work from out of view. Shigaraki was showing the early signs of 'getting-pissed-off-disease', clicking his tongue and shuffling in place as he glared at Dabi with a hand sharply pointing to the very much broken door of the warehouse and how easily they could be seen and chased and outnumbered, and killed. He held a look of unwavering confidence, easily being able to glare back despite whatever thought might've screamed at him from the back of his mind.

     Unwavering confidence for whatever you planned, but that thought getting ebbed away as he saw one by one the guards leaving the warehouse. It was only a matter of time until you all got discovered, and it still wasn't exactly looking good in the weapons department, so he couldn't help but look back and call out to you in a slight panic. "Y/N—"

     In an instant he hears an almost deafening crash, hands rushing to his ears as many screams and gunshots resound from where countless other goons were. Dust and debris flew off and mixed with rain, Toga yelping and barely being able to jump behind one red, seemingly out of place intermodal container, as an unrecognizable piece of metal came flying right towards her. Dabi and Shigaraki were safe enough on the blind side of the crane truck, merely almost going deaf from whatever the fuck just happened.

     Their leader was coughing up a storm, cursing and bent over as the phoenix still kept both palms on the sides of his head. You, however, emerged from it unscathed, a proud and bewildered look as tired and callused hands held onto the sticks shakily. Holy shit, it worked?!

     The severity of the situation eventually dawned on you as you quickly got to jumping out, looking down below for any sort of cushion to land on. Hallelujah, there was Dabi still trying to process what just happened.

     "Dabi!" He looks up just in time to get ready with his arms open, snapping out of his dazed look and letting you fall into his hold. It was hard, with his leg injured and all, but he didn't seem all too bothered. "I'm pretty sure what you just did was illegal," Came his unwarranted comment, rolling your eyes as your body tried to settle from the previous free fall, "One, I got a license, two, I'm pretty sure kidnapping people is a lot more illegal." With a grunt he got you back on the ground, stumbling a few times before leaning down and grabbing your previously discarded shoes. "Come on!!" Toga's voice calls out somewhere over the distance, that being enough to get you all running in the direction.

     The only other man in this little group of yours took lead, running ahead with what looked to be your bag still attached and swung over his shoulder. You tried to ignore how you almost forgot about that and how much you wanted to ask if your phone was okay, much more interested in not getting killed over whether or not the insides of your bag were drowning. 

     A gunshot pops from behind, getting tugged out of the way just in time for a small silver bullet to zoom past your face and imbed itself into a construction site vehicle you couldn't care to name. Your expression darkens, a scream getting swallowed as you get led through twists and turns in this eerily dark renovation site. Almost everywhere you looked was a dead end waiting to happen, trying to silence whatever part of your mind that threatened to start a panic attack.

     More bullets started flying as Dabi brought about the rear of the group, whether by choice of by influence of the scar on his leg didn't matter, his words telling you to keep moving getting drowned out at your mind's feeble attempt to calm itself and the ever-growing amount of panic in your nerves. It was almost surreal, in all honesty, watching as rain flies all around you and into your eyes, desperately trying to blink away what was either residue of it or the tears that have been building up since earlier.

     You inhaled sharply as you see the blonde. . . gymnast? She moved like one, and all the moves she's showcased so far had all been impressive enough to warrant a silent applause from you. (Dabi had to hold over your hand to shut you up and not alert anybody.) But either way she was right behind the other man, glancing over her shoulder every now and then as if to make sure you both still followed and weren't dead yet.

     You got to what looked like a chain-link fence, mind racing at whatever low success rate calculated itself into existence in your mind. Were you gonna climb it? Did they cut a part of it when they entered here? Surely they couldn't have jumped over it, right? That'd be impossible! Was climbing considered 'jumping' over it? It wouldn't be, seeing as by climbing you got to working all four limbs in multiple steps up, but jumping would mean—

     Your eyes widen as the previous metal disintegrated. Literally! It disintegrated into nothing but dust, looking in awe at the other man clutching onto it tightly like his whole life depended on it. "Fucking go!!" You didn't even have time to examine the work and gawk at his abilities, finding it amazing how one single touch was able to have that entire thing disappear and get all. . . gunked up and slime-like as it gets mixed with rain and—oh okay you're being pushed towards a car now.

     "DRIVE!" Dabi calls from behind, narrowly avoiding another shot directed at his head and jumping into the vehicle. The man inside, who was previously singing some pop song and clearly enjoying his time alone, was caught more than a little off-guard upon finding Shigaraki bursting into the passenger's seat with a bag that didn't belong to him and his gloves barely on. In fact, he was caught off-guard by the arrival of all three of you dripping wet and shamelessly getting all of that on the seats, only taking it seriously upon all of you yelling as a bullet shoots through the glass in the back.

     You, Dabi, and the blonde all ducked down in a panic, the car roaring to life and speeding off in a less than graceful manner. The driver took many erratic turns as more bullets flew and hit, glass shattering and flying all around as screams resound in a blood-curdling symphony. "Maybe leaving Top Hat as a run-away driver was a—" Another gunshot and more ducking, "—bad idea," Shigaraki grunts as you all take a right, before full-on slamming into the window with a sharper turn.

     With hushed growling and a glare later, it seems tension settled enough as the driver mumbles an uninterested "Oops," a part of you finding enough comfort to lean back and dare to look at where the bullets had flew from.

     By now the entire back window had broken, pieces of it lying and sliding around as the vehicle merges with quiet traffic. You were still a few blocks away from whatever main road you could get on, sighing in relief as you absentmindedly rubbed on whatever bruise and injury you had. The entire car was cold from the gaping hole behind you, and it smelled wet, the rain proving itself to be quite a catalyst in enhancing everyone's uhh. . . unique smell.

     The underlying tone of blood, that small touch of tobacco, the small dangling green tree in front—it all mixed and formed into an entirely new smell that you think one could only really find in the streets of New York.

     An empty bullet fell onto your lap, watching as it rolls around a few moments before falling on the space on your right. Dabi was dozing off to your left, shoulders touching as is his way of apparently showing physical touch without any of the others getting suspicious. The girl from earlier was using the dark window as a mirror, picking something off her teeth as you momentarily gawk at the blood gathered on her hands.

     You looked away rather quickly, opting to instead focus on the road in front of you as though you were the one driving. By now everyone had settled, which was a lot quicker than you had expected seeing as you all literally just avoided getting shot to confetti, but from Dabi's stories, you weren't one to ask it. It seems that the people in this. . . group of his were hardly human, looking the part but having too much peculiarities for them to actually be.

     Hell, the guy in the front seat turned a fucking fence into dust with his fingers! If normal humans could do that you'd most probably be abusing that power right about now.

     Your gaze falls on his almost emo-like stance, head leaning on the car window as though he were either deeply contemplating life or wondering how much he loves cheese.

     . . .

     You couldn't tell for sure, because whenever you did either, you looked pretty much the same.

     You were about to go right back to aimlessly let your mind wander, but stop as you notice your bag still in his hold. With a start your eyes widen at it, having the freedom to worry if whether or not your things were actually still okay now that there wasn't the threat of a gun being aimed at your heads and backs. They. . . they were okay, right? Your bag wasn't water proof, but by God did you wish it was.

     You bite your lip in quiet contemplation, wanting to reach out and ask but not knowing how to go about that. It was late, he was probably asleep, you didn't know this dude, and you couldn't ask Dabi to get it for you because. . .

     You turn to him, his chest steadily rising and falling in a stable-enough manner. His head hung low, swinging and jerking every now and then with the reckless driving. Goodness, maybe top hat man was a bad driver choice.

     Your eyes trail over to his lap where he seemed to have the most struggle, finding the small rip in his pants at where the tendril had shot through. They were dark, and hardly registered any other color, but there it was: the undeniable strike of red as it spread through the rest of his limb. You wanted to reach out and stop the bleeding, help in any way you could, but you were once again over-talked by your nerves. What if you wake him up? You might end up hurting him, and he might get salty. He did save you, and as much as it wasn't obvious, a part of you just knew that he was lacking more than just a little bit of sleep.

     So, with a sigh, you settled with resting your head on his shoulder.

     . . .

     . . .

     . . .

     "So what's up with you and Dabi?" The blonde had spoken up, leaning on her arm that rested on her knee. Her cheek squished against her palm made her all the more. . . innocent looking, so to speak, with her messy wet hair and her overall young features. How old was this woman?! She looks like a child! Why was she here with guys like Dabi??

     . . .

     Then again, why were you here with guys like Dabi?

     You cleared your throat upon realizing she was talking to you, taking a moment to process the question. Oh God, oh goodness, oh sweet eternal reign of Megan Fox, here it was again, the topic nobody ever wanted to talk about; labels.

     It seems that even the driver realized the awkward nature of the question, visibly tensing as he sent wary glances through the rear view mirror. You were preparing some sort of speech in your head all about how complicated your relationship was at the moment, how you wanted to have a clear-cut name for it like him being your boyfriend but just genuinely not having the exact words. You were prepared to just lie and tell them you two were already dating to keep the conversation off, but you immediately realized how stupid you were for thinking that while Dabi still stayed fast asleep and how that would do the exact opposite because they were for sure going to be asking more about it.

     Another beat passes, but you didn't have to worry much as their leader responds for you, a proud, "Friends with benefits," before narrowly avoiding an elbow to his stomach from the driver. "Shiggy shut the fuck up, you're gross," She still kept that fabricated look of child-like wonder, a tinge of anger making her break character before jumping right back in with a grin. "You guys dating? Or  like," She shrugs, one hand making gestures you couldn't quite catch, "complicated?"

     "It's. . . complicated," You smile back, although a little tightly, but it seemed to be a good enough answer for her. "You know, he talked about you a lot," The three shared some sort of look, what felt like a cloud of dread squeezing by to make their shared gazes feel like a rock dropping in your stomach before disappearing just as quickly, "And that's saying something, because he's quiet as hell."

     "All good things, I hope," You allowed an actual smile to break out on your face, earning a sickly sweet one in return as the blonde snorts. "Oh please, as if he's even fucking capable of doing anything else—this guy's obsessed with you!!"

     "Dammit Toga stop trying to scare her off," She sends a glare to the ever wise-cracking Shit-garaki, eyes you were sure flashed red before settling back on it's usual soft golden hue. "Shut up, Shiggy, as if anything I do is ever not your idea."

     "Piss off, leech, all my ideas are great!" He proudly gloats, your eyes temporarily landing on your bag before looking away again, "Mhm, like making sure the vampire sat next to the two people we got bleeding? Yup, great idea, boss," Condescending would be an understatement if it ever came to describing her tone of voice, the two sharing a look that would've been called playful on a normal day, if it weren't for the way Toga so subtly flashed her fangs or how Shigaraki had attention directed to his flexing hand.

     Either way it had you unknowingly scooting closer to Dabi, the driver flashing you a look of sympathy despite the mask. "I know right? Try being normal and actually living with them." They seem to do this a lot, judging from the way he so easily dodges a hand from beside him fully intending to slap him straight. You dared laugh softly, covering and stifling a yawn as you laid your head back down on Dabi's shoulder. You may not know them that well, but you were sure spending some time with them wouldn't hurt for now. . . right?