₊˚ପ⊹ "YOU FUCKERS LEFT ME AT THE GAS STATION!"
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in which the Bakusquad & (y/n) embark on a week-
long roadtrip to Sobetsu Waterfalls, how fun.
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FEM (Y/N) , FLUFF , CRACK , REGULAR UPDATES .
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TUE. 11:37 PM. DAY TWO.
"WOO HOOO!" mina cheered as stretched her arms up, feeling the air run through her curly pink hair and massage her skin.
(y/n), right beside her, grinned and waved at passing cars. "this is so much fun thank you katsu!~" she called.
"don't mention it." was his reply. he didn't do much, really. the girls asked him if the sunroof opens and he, not expecting much, said yes; they then proceeded to beg him to let them 'sunroof surf.' sunroof surfing is when you pop up through the sunroof to feel the wind blowing or see cars whizz by.
and to everyone's surprise, he allowed it. dad points for mr katsuki bakugou.
"dunno what you two find fun about it." sero commented, fingers combing through nibbles' fur as he watched the girls cheer and flail their arms around. "a bug can fly into your mouth at any moment."
"this fucking fatass always has the grossest shit to say." (y/n) rolled her eyes, slightly irked.
"it's water fat!"
the girls felt the car slowly come to a halt, waiting for the traffic light to turn green.
just when (y/n) could provoke sero further, she noticed a sleek-looking car pulling up alongside theirs. the streetlight's beams reflected against the gorgeous navy-blue paint.
the windows were tinted black, she couldn't see whoever was in there – but she somehow felt like they were watching her.. locking eyes with her in that very moment.
she frowned, feeling a tight scrunch at the bottom of her stomach.
to her slight surprise, the windows slowly rolled down to reveal the passenger and driver— both men who looked around the bakusquad's age, completely shirtless.
the car's engine roared with each step on the gas pedal, it was like they were provoking them– or at least attempting to catch the girls' attention.
a pathetic attempt.
katsuki, who had noticed the other car's odd behavior, glared at the driver with eyes brimmed with anger. he gripped the steering wheel so hard his knuckles were turning white; top lip pulled back in a snarl.
