🦋Butterflies🦋 ~ ShinKamiBakuDeku

Official

"So are we making this official?" Denki asks, sipping from Izuku's chocolate milkshake. Izuku giggles, his face warming up.

"Making what official?" Katsuki scoffs.

"You mean, the four of us?" Izuku says.

"Yeah," Denki says with a light shrug. "Me and Shinso are dating, and you and Bakugou are dating, and me and Shinso both like you and Bakugou... sooooo...."

"I'm for it," Hitoshi says with a sly grin.

"Okay," Izuku says. "What about you, Kacchan?"

"You think you'll be able to share your pretty greenette with me?" Hitoshi teases. Immediately, Katsuki's face flushes red.

"Pfft, whatever," Katsuki says, swiping Izuku's milkshake from Denki. Denki whines, taking Katsuki's strawberry milkshake instead of making a fuss.

"So yes?" Denki beams. Katsuki nods slowly, turning his head so none of the boys see his intense blush. "Awesome! Can we go on the go-karts now?"

"Sure," Hitoshi says, pulling Katsuki up out of the booth. Denki and Izuku follow the two taller boys, adrenaline pumping in their chests. "Alright, so we want to double up? Make it competitive?"

"I wanna go against Kacchan," Izuku declares.

"You're on, fucking nerd!" Katsuki laughs, snatching Denki's arm. "We're gonna dust your ass, Deku!"

"We'll see about that," Izuku says, sticking his tongue out at the blondes. Hitoshi chuckles, taking Izuku's hand and guiding him to the purple cart. Izuku hops in the drivers seat, and he can already see himself winning. He doesn't even notice that his leg is bouncing until Hitoshi lays his hand on Izuku's knee. The green haired boy feels his face heat up dramatically, so he turns away to buckle his seatbelt. Hitoshi grins, resting his arm up on the side of the car.

"Let's kick some ass, 'Zuku," Hitoshi says, his voice deep and a little raspy. Izuku tries not to show how much it makes him melt.

"Ready, Spark Plug?" Katsuki says to Denki.

"No," Denki grunts. "I can't get my damn seatbelt to buckle! Kacchan! Can you fix it? It's broken!"

"It's not broken," Katsuki scoffs. "You're just stupid. Here, let me fix it."

"I'm not stupid," Denki mumbles. "I've got big brains, bigger brains than you and Yaomomo and Iida combined!"

"Cute," Katsuki laughs. "Then use them, 'kay? We got to beat those damn brats. There's a lot on the line."

"Like what?" Denki asks, tilting his head.

"Bragging rights," Katsuki smirks, "duh."

"Get ready!" The referee announces, holding his arms up in the air. The track is filled with little kids, grinning wildly at their parents who watch from the stands. Oh, and the four teenagers who are a little too big for the go-karts, but it's best if the ref just ignores them. Especially the blonde one who's seething with violence. "Get set! GO!"

Immediately, Izuku and Hitoshi's car jerks into motion. Izuku has a look of pure determination on his face as he slams the pedal down to the metal floor of the kart. Meanwhile, Hitoshi leans his head over the side, sticking his tongue out at the blondes behind him like the instigator that he is.

"C'mon, Kats! We're losing!" Denki cries.

"It's the damn children!" Katsuki growls. "This moron in front of us is going too slow, and I can't speed up!"

"I got an idea," Denki says with a maniacal laugh. "But it might kill us."

"Fuck," Katsuki snaps, turning a tight corner. "What is it, dunce face?!"

"Imma use my quirk to beef up our engine!" Denki says. "It'll be like a Mario Kart power up."

"Sparks," Katsuki laughs, gripping the wheel. "That's what I'm talking about! What're you waiting for? Fucking do it!"

"Gotchu, bro!" Denki sings, reaching down to the engine. He takes a deep breath, and on his exhale, he lets out just twelve volts of electricity— which would've been fine if the car they were driving wasn't a tiny go kart made for eight year olds. The kart begins to spaz out, and Katsuki and Denki end up crashing directly into the child in front of them, as well as Hitoshi and Izuku.

Thankfully, Katsuki and Izuku have quick reflexes. Katsuki dives out of the car, tugging Denki with him, and Izuku uses black whip to pull the child out, too. Katsuki catches the kid, rolling into the grass with him as the race track blows up into chaos.

"AHHH!" The child screams. "That... was... AWEOSME!"

"HELL YEAH!" Katsuki cheers.

"Kacchan, you could've killed us! What were you thinking?" Izuku squeals. "God, and look, the kid's parent is freaking out..."

"Alex!" the kid's parent cries, running across the track in a frenzy.

"We better go," Hitoshi says. Izuku nods, grabbing Katsuki's arm. Denki is thrown over Hitoshi's shoulder, still amazed by the whole transaction.

"GET BACK HERE, YOU DELINQUENTS!" The referee belts, jogging after the four boys. But the hero students are just too fast, and they throw themselves into Present Mic's truck before anyone can catch them.

"Holy shit!" Denki gasps, his head fuzzy. "Awe, man, that was so fucking cool!"

"Fuck yeah it was," Katsuki chuckles. "Probably the best idea you've ever had, spark plug."

"Of course it was Denki's idea," Hitoshi chuckles. "Well, as least you can cross car crash off your bucket list, right?"

"You had a car crash on your bucket list?" Izuku asks, mortified.

"Yeah, dude," Denki giggles. "You don't?"

"NO!" Izuku yelps. "Car crashes are deadly! We could have DIED!"

"Loosen up, nerd," Katsuki says, ruffling Izuku's hair. "We've got you if anything happens."

"I know," Izuku sighs. "You guys are the best."

"We know," Hitoshi, Katsuki, and Denki say all in different tones. "So where to now?" Denki asks.

"Well, chances are they called the cops," Hitoshi says way too casually. "And they'll be tracking our license plate."

"So the best plan is to crash this car into a River so they have no evidence!" Denki cheers.

"No," the other three boys say. Denki shrugs, reminding them that it was just an idea.

"We could go park the car in Endeavor's driveway," Katsuki offers. "See if they arrest that prick."

"Sounds good to me," Izuku scoffs.

"Damn," Hitoshi laughs. "If Izuku doesn't like him, that means he's pretty shitty."

"I've got good intuition, too!" Katsuki yells.

"That's true, pretty boy," Hitoshi says sweetly, "but you hate everyone, so it isn't much difference if you hate Endeavor."

"I don't hate everyone," Katsuki mumbles. "I mean, you three aren't that bad..."

"AWW!" Denki squeals. "We love you, too, Kats!"

"Love all around," Hitoshi says.

"Accepted and granted," Izuku beams. "And, um, Hitoshi? There's sirens behind us so you might want to step on it."

"LETS GO!" Denki exclaims, pounding on the roof of the car. "CAR CHASE! HELL YEAH!"