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Car Date - Fluff

Cigarettes, strawberries and evergreen.

That's what Izuku's car smelled like when Katsuki sat in the passenger seat every saturday night, propping his legs up on the dash with the orange soles of his boots dropping to the mat beneath his seat and his black ankle socks resting against the edge of the window.

The interior was sleek, black faux leather that added to the scents and mingled with the strawberry of Izuku's favorite shampoo and the evergreen spice of his cologne and dangling tree-shaped air freshener. The exterior was a beat down pastel green and the engine rumbled like the deep throaty growl of a beast when starting up but he loved it; no matter how faulty, old and shaky it was on cold days.

"Anywhere specific?" Izuku would ask every time he got in, waiting for him to click the belt in place and slide back comfortably, never having to adjust the seat since it was always left in the same position.

And everytime the answer would be the same. "Just around."

The radio would be left on as a low buzz as they sat in silence in the beginning before Katsuki would grab the aux and they'd be shifting through old music that gave them riveting memories of when they were young, headbanging and screaming the lyrics as the dark streets passed them by.

This was their newfound tradition, something similar to a date. And they'd talk, of anything and everything, as they pretended not to look at each other too much. Katsuki would watch how Izuku's forearms flexed in specific areas as he turned the steering wheel and Izuku would glance in the rearview mirror to see how the wind brushed the bangs away from Katsuki's thickly charcoal-lined carmine eyes. They'd glance away when the other raised their head or tilted their chin, smiling to themselves but not mentioning it.

And they'd drive, Izuku taking them down the highway or staying around the city until something caught their eye or they got hungry, parking only to lean over the console to finally act on those shy glances.

"Hey." Izuku would whisper, holding Katsuki's chin in the cusp of his scarred palm.

"Hey." Katsuki would reply, holding his wrist to lean in and reciprocate the sweet kiss that had been pressed to his lips priorly, smiling against each other. Izuku tasted of the cigarette smoke that lingered inside the car, sticking to the felt ceiling and fogging the windows. That and the mint of his gum, which he gnawed until his jaw ached to quiet himself and ease his self conscious rearranging of facial expressions.

Katsuki hated it, the nasty habit and what it meant, but even he could admit he liked how it smelled and tasted when it was mixed with the person he loved. His morbid curiosity and interest piqued as he leaned across the console to chase his lips.

Exiting the car, they'd brush arms, hands grazing and fingers canting to try and hook with one another's, pinkies interlocking before one of them (usually Izuku) got the courage to hold hands completely and stuff it into the front pocket of his hoodie.

And they'd tiptoe around naming just exactly what this was.