The kind of quiet that only happened after something went horribly wrong.

Dabi drove with one hand on the wheel, his other arm resting against the open window. Shigaraki sat in the passenger seat, scratching at his neck, both of them acting like this was just another job.

The hostage situation was over. The problem had been handled. The body in the backseat was just another mess to deal with later.

At least, that’s what they thought.

You weren’t supposed to wake up.

You remembered the pain. The moment everything went dark. The horrifying realization that you were actually dying.

There was no fear anymore. Just confusion.

Because dying was supposed to be permanent.

Yet somehow, you were awake.

Your body felt completely normal. Like nothing had happened. No injuries. No pain. No proof that you had just died.

Slowly, you sat up in the backseat.