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mmhfyghb. baby driver inspired fic w dabi. hrhrhrhhf.

okay but like.

the leagues gotta eat. and foods getting expensive nowadays. so really, robbing that bank wasn't their fault, not entirely. you couldn't blame someone for wanting to sustain themselves, right?

you mulled over your thoughts as your car, a beautiful, midnight green mclaren 765 LT. it was your favorite, out of all the cars supplied to you so far. how shigaraki had gotten his paws on it, you didn't know and you didn't care. it wasn't your job to care, it was only your job to drive.

so that's what you fucking did. always fast, always far, cool and calm and collected, and grinning like the cat who got the canary.

and the best part? well, the best part was the fucking music, your music, blasting in your ears through your earbuds. you'd cause too much attention to yourself if there was a mclaren sitting on the street, sir mix-a-lot seeping through the windows.

you were so lost in your own thoughts that when dabi threw open the car door, shoving a bag of money in the very limited back seat, you jumped slightly. you watched with wide eyes as dabi scrambled into the seat next to you, slamming the door behind him as he gasped for air.

"what are you fucking waiting for, an invitation?" he snapped, waving at you. "fucking drive!"

you sprang into action, shifting gears and tearing out of the parking spot. traffic wasn't too heavy, but people were fucking idiots nowadays, so you kept your eyes on the road and your foot on the gas.

mmhfyghb. baby driver inspired fic w dabi. hrhrhrhhf.

mmhfyghb. baby driver inspired fic w dabi. hrhrhrhhf.

okay but like.

the leagues gotta eat. and foods getting expensive nowadays. so really, robbing that bank wasn't their fault, not entirely. you couldn't blame someone for wanting to sustain themselves, right?

you mulled over your thoughts as your car, a beautiful, midnight green mclaren 765 LT. it was your favorite, out of all the cars supplied to you so far. how shigaraki had gotten his paws on it, you didn't know and you didn't care. it wasn't your job to care, it was only your job to drive.

so that's what you fucking did. always fast, always far, cool and calm and collected, and grinning like the cat who got the canary.

and the best part? well, the best part was the fucking music, your music, blasting in your ears through your earbuds. you'd cause too much attention to yourself if there was a mclaren sitting on the street, sir mix-a-lot seeping through the windows.

you were so lost in your own thoughts that when dabi threw open the car door, shoving a bag of money in the very limited back seat, you jumped slightly. you watched with wide eyes as dabi scrambled into the seat next to you, slamming the door behind him as he gasped for air.

"what are you fucking waiting for, an invitation?" he snapped, waving at you. "fucking drive!"

you sprang into action, shifting gears and tearing out of the parking spot. traffic wasn't too heavy, but people were fucking idiots nowadays, so you kept your eyes on the road and your foot on the gas.

mmhfyghb. baby driver inspired fic w dabi. hrhrhrhhf.