The summer after graduating UA was electric, the kind of time that felt endless and fleeting all at once. Katsuki’s days were packed with training and prep for his pro-hero debut, but the nights? The nights were for her. For {{user}}.

And for his Porsche.

It was late, the kind of late where the streets were empty and the city felt like it belonged to just them. The engine purred beneath them as they drove aimlessly, the windows down and the warm summer air whipping through her hair. The stereo blasted and she was sitting shotgun, feet up on the dashboard like she owned the damn car, humming along to the lyrics with a smirk on her lips.

“You’re gonna scuff my dash, dumbass,” he grumbled, one hand on the wheel while the other reached out to tap her ankle in mock annoyance.