"Get in the back, dork." Kyoka pushed on Denki's face, moving him out of the passenger seat and into the backseat of the car, climbing in to take his place. Momo took her spot as the driver, getting buckled in as their boyfriend whined from the backseat.
"C'mon, Kyo, I wanna sit up front for once!" He said, sprawled out in the back, staring at the roof of the car. He didn't look, but as he felt the engine ignite and the seat begin to rumble, he could tell that Kyoka had a smug look on her face.
"Hey, we got these tickets through my parents, Doy Boy, I get passenger privileges."
Momo giggled to herself, letting her partners bicker as she pulled out into the street. She felt a tightness at her shoulders as she turned the wheel, her leather jacket being brand new, just bought the other day and only finally getting to see the light of day for the first time. In contrast, Kyoka and Denki's jackets were worn, having had the time to break them in properly. She ignored the mild discomfort for now, wrinkling up her nose when a sudden unpleasant smell hit her. She silently hit a button to roll down Kyoka's window.
The rocker at least had the courtesy to look guilty as she blew smoke out the window. "Sorry Mo, just a bit distracted." She flicked her cigarette ash out of the car and rested her arm on the ledge, "It's your first concert, and our first as a trio, I'm just worried something will go wrong."
"Oh, come ooooon." Denki leaned forward, resting his chin on Kyoka's headrest, "You worry too much, everything is gonna work out just fine."
"I'm with Denki on this one, if you spend too much time worrying, then how will we make this the best experience it can be?" Momo asked. She heard a small "Yes!" from the backseat, and Kyoka shot a quick glare behind her.
"Look, can we at least be a little paranoid? Out of the last 20 concerts I've gone to, 4 had some kind of incident with a villain. And when you take into account our luck with having our dates ruined by villains-"
"Hey, give us some credit on the dates thing, at least we're not Midoriya and Uraraka. What are they at now, 40 dates ruined?" Denki had to hold in his laughter at his friend's plight. Poor Midoriya, he had to have some kind of bad luck quirk by this point.
"Okay, okay, let's cut her some slack Denki, she does make a point." Momo, gave him a look from the rear view mirror, before holding her hand to her side. She felt her girlfriend lace their fingers together, and smiled softly, "Everything will be fine, Kyoka, we'll have our big night out together, and I'll have a lovely memory to hold on to."
The rocker blew another puff of smoke out her window before nodding her head, squeezing Momo's hand. "Okay, alright, I'll try to relax a bit." They felt Denki's hand fall on top of theirs, squeezing them both. Momo smiled, turning her full attention back to the road. Kyoka put on some music, a little sampler of what was to come, and the trio continued their ride in a comfortable silence.