Imagine your OTP sitting next to each other cramped in the back seat of a car. The car comes to a sudden, abrupt stop and Person A grabs Person B and holds them close so they don't fling forward. (Provided by "Imaginative OTP Imagines" on Tumblr).

All credit given to the producers of My Hero Academia, and the author Kouhei Horikoshi. I have no ownership.

I'm going to die, this will be my last, Izuku Midoriya thinks in despair. He can feel the heat and agitation against his side with a gradual increase in temperature. Moving closer to more than a sting of pain, and towards his idiotic gravestone. The source coming from his former childhood friend. Never in his life would he imagine getting further than talking, no, yelling distance of Kacchan, let alone close enough to be squished side by side in a car.

The stares of pity great him, as his two peers in front feel the hatred resonating around the vehicle. For an instant he believes freedom will come, as they turn to Aizawa at the wheel. It almost washes over him in relief. "Aizawa-sensei, do you really think it's a good idea for Izuku an-" All ears focus to the radio blasting, their dear teacher's hand turning up the volume. They attempt another question to no avail, by now understanding he means to ignore them.

His classmates resign in defeat, obvious by inability to help him. The warmth burns hotter, and Izuku tries not to panic. Aizawa-sensei didn't do this on purpose, right?! Is he even aware of what's happening?! That's it, this must be his fate, yet it's insane, completely insane.

He's surprised an eruption hasn't destroyed the car, himself included. Any second he could imagine the sight of his crisp, charred to ash limbs. No, no, he has to be positive. Focus on the radio and maybe you'll survive. Focus on the window. For as much as the freckled boy can, that's what he tries to do.

He has no idea how much time has passed. It could be seconds, or minutes, or hours, even though he has the knowledge the ride is a solid ten. His thoughts are spinning in a chorus with the rain beating down outside. The realization that's even scarier, is neither of them have said anything. Not a word since the moment they both sat down until now. At this rate Izuku would appreciate anything, even a promise of a beating later on. The memories of his friendship live subdued in the past, but he tries to dig them up. He can't remember Kacchan ever being this quiet before, not even once!

Would words even help? What if he said something? It's not like he wouldn't still be sitting here! It happens too fast, mind interrupted by the distressed call of their teacher. "Brace yourselves!" Processing the command while a foot is flying to the brakes. Yells of panic and confusion hit Izuku's ears from around, his included. Everything is a sudden blur with a shape of darkness engulfing his vision. It's surrounding the windshield.

He feels his arms outreach, trying to catch the force of the fall, already feeling impact in his bones. Except not. He perceives envelopment, as if caught. The car screeches are catching up with everyone. His body is swerving left and right with gravity, while nausea hits his stomach in waves. Then without warning, it all stops. There is an immediate halt and all he can feel is his heart racing. "What was that?"

"Aizawa-sensei!"

"Is everyone okay?" Izuku wants to ask the same and further. Like what was that shadow, and why is he tingling all over? He gazes at the wary eyes in the driver's seat. "Seems you're all fine, good." Why is everyone looking at him like that? It's almost like they're…

Kacchan shifts next to him, only he feels connected. There's an arm around him. Wait. There's an... arm around him. Izuku Midoriya understands now. He understands now, and he's unable to make eye contact with anyone. The car starts rolling again, yet the hold on him, and the flood of his heart never leaves. "Ka-" A flash of heat envelops him from the other's palms. He glances over at the ash blonde next to him. He understands, and he feels another flash of heat in his cheeks.

He's not the only one blushing. Oh god, I'm so, so dead, Izuku thinks in embarrassment.