“Damnit, let me have one of my own!” Bakugo yelled, putting one foot in front of another as he crouched down and got ready to fight.

“You’re not getting your own four wheeler!” You groaned, doing the same.

You, Bakugo, Todoroki, and Midoriya were all in the south — visiting your family for break. They wanted to explore America for the first time. Safe to say, everything in the south was… new for them all.

Even when Todoroki spoke good English, he didn’t understand a word your family said. Midoriya, who couldn’t speak well enough English anyways, was lost and dumbfounded by your lingo. Bakugo only responded with your family’s words with aggression. Like usual.

You were attempting to show the boys what you had done in the south when you lived there as a kid, but it just seemed to freak them out.

Fishing? Bakugo exploded his pole the first chance he got. Todoroki was the only one who caught a fish that day.

Back roading? Midoriya was terrified at night of the woods, you could see it on his face in the review mirror.

Now, you were trying to show them a friendly competition of mud bogging. They were all hesitant, some more vocal about than others.

“I’m not letting anyone hold onto me, and I’m not getting in the mud!” Bakugo yelled, eyes pointed in anger as he pointed a calloused finger to you.

“… would you take it personally if I didn’t go?” Todoroki murmured, pointing his blank gaze to you as you argued with Bakugo.

“Yeah, uh… all my clothes are still in your washer.” Midoriya chuckled forcibly, glancing away as he fiddled with the edge of his white shirt.