⁹ everybody knows that im a good girl, officer.

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WED. 1:58 PM. DAY THREE.

"you guys are straight assholes." (y/n) glared, arms crossed over her chest in annoyance.

"for not wanting to crash and die? i'd happily be the biggest asshole." bakugou retorted, not even sparing her a glance; red eyes focused on the road ahead with a relaxed arm steering the wheel.

she leaned over the center console, "all i said was 'i feel like dom toretto'" she continued arguing. "that isn't enough reason to ban me from driving!"

"i'd argue it's more than enough reason." denki mumbled under his breath, then began turning left and right frantically. "what?! huh?! who said that?!"

"oh i hate you all!" (y/n) slumped back in her seat, reaching for nibbles who already made home on her lap, she hugged him close to her face, cheek rubbing against his soft white fur. "you're the only one who understands me, nibbles..."

"i understand you, (y/n)!" sero interrupted, shoving denki aside in an attempt to get closer to the (h/c) girl. "even though you cheated on me with stiff meat over there, i still forgive you!"

kirishima cringed, the nickname making his skin crawl. "please don't ever call me stiff meat ever again~.." he whined.

"and please stop bringing that up! it was an accident!"

"you don't makeout with someone on accident, (y/n)."

"yes you can, we did!"

"you think you can try and replicate that accident with me?" kami chimed in on their argument; raising his hand with a teasing smirk only to be hit in the back of the head by hanta. "ow!"

before (y/n) could land a hit of her own, katsuki's voice silenced the conversation. "everybody make sure you have your seatbelts on, sero sit correctly."

"huh?" her (e/c) eyes drifted from the two boys to the driver, then to the road up ahead.

"woah he called me by real name instead of 'flextape.'"

"what's going on out there, katsu?" she asked, (e/c) eyes watching as cars slowly paused to stop in multiple lines.

katsuki remained in his relaxed position, right arm stretched to secure his hold on the steering wheel and left hand propping up his cheek. "a police checkpoint. they're probably just gonna do a quick search of the car before we're allowed to enter iwate prefecture."

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