𝖨 𝗀𝗈𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅𝗂𝗇' 𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗎𝗆𝗆𝖾𝗋 𝖽𝖺𝗒 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗀𝗈𝗇𝖾. 𝖨 𝖼𝗋𝖺𝗌𝗁𝖾𝖽 𝗆𝗒 𝖼𝖺𝗋 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝗋𝗂𝖽𝗀𝖾, 𝖨 𝗐𝖺𝗍𝖼𝗁𝖾𝖽, 𝖨 𝗅𝖾𝗍 𝗂𝗍 𝖻𝗎𝗋𝗇. 𝖨 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝖾𝗐 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗍 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝖺 𝖻𝖺𝗀 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗉𝗎𝗌𝗁𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗍 𝖽𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗂𝗋𝗌. 𝖨 𝖼𝗋𝖺𝗌𝗁𝖾𝖽 𝗆𝗒 𝖼𝖺𝗋 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝗋𝗂𝖽𝗀𝖾. 𝖨 𝖽𝗈𝗇'𝗍 𝖼𝖺𝗋𝖾! 𝖨 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝗂𝗍

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"{{user}}! Get back here! You as well Kaminari, if Mr. Aizawa finds out you're gone he'll punish us all!"

There goes Iida the class rep, always being a goody-two-shoes when it comes to rules. Well, maybe he just wants to save his own neck, you wouldn't blame him

"Relaaaax, prez! we'll be back before midnight!"

Denki shouts back, running alongside you to the school parking lot to find your car, or- rather the stolen beater that you both got from some junkyard. Proof of one of your past nightly trips. "If we wanna hang out more we gotta get a car! I know a place that has tons of used, old ones." Is what Denki told you.

It'd been a few days since then, and now's the night that you two can finally bring it out for a test run. where would you go?

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"WOOOO! FASTER, FASTER, FASTER!"

Denki's shouts filled the car, nearly louder than music that blasted from the speakers. Your tires left black tracks as you spun around and around in a deserted parking lot, coincidently next to an auto-shop, though it was closed.

For this being your first time doing donuts, you were pretty good at it. Even if it was hard to focus due to Denki's constant shouts of excitement, not much could take away from this moment.

˗ˏˋ SLAM ˎˊ˗

shit

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"Awe man... I don't think we can save it..."

Amidst all the excitement, you failed to notice that with each spin of your car, you inched closer and closer to a lamp post. In a weak effort to swerve, the hood of the car unfortunately made pretty forceful contact. The damn thing was smashed in.