A/N: This chapter has a lot of swearing for some reason.
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Katsuki Bakugou is staring at the can of beer. He's never tasted alcohol since he turned the legal age. What's a break without trying the so-called leisure drinks of adulthood? His friends, underaged, was another thing he needed to consider in the factor.
He would not be able to try it in broad daylight. They won't let it down if he does get caught. These hungry teens want a piece of it too.
Then again, only last year he was a hungry teen himself.
He'd take his chances. As if his friends would ever stop him from doing anything he wanted to do.
He stuff it down at the bottom of his backpack.
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Being 10 minutes early to the bus stop was definitelynot worth it when it was running 7 minutes late.
Transport schedules were usually reliable, but blame the spirit of the holidays. Family, and friends, people are going places. The traffic and congestion sky rockets. The commute would be longer.
As more people gathered on the spot, it became unbearably uncomfortable when people decided to shift and huddled in an unnecessary cluster of clump. Touching skins was inevitable, not to mention under the summer heat and humid air radiating. It was going to be gross.
Only Katsuki was always sweating nitroglycerin to keep his quirk ready to fire, much ado with his awkward reason of being hard wired ready for combat and many goons trying to knock him out when not looking from past experiences.
In contact, the other person would always retaliate with an expression of an unapologetic disgust if not sorry. He has heard enough of it. He is as unwelcomed by the idea as his opposition. Except this time he was going to bark out first for being close enough to accidentally touch skins so they don't have the chance to be alarmed by his unnatural sweat.
"FUCKING DON'T TOUCH ME, YOU SCUMS OF THE WORLD! I WILL FIND OUT WHERE YOU LIVE AND MURDER YOU AND YOUR FAMILY TREE AND ELIMINATE YOUR ENTIRE EXISTENCE!"
As a result, the residents have given him his own space bubble.
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Finally, the transport arrives. As he would, he steps in first. Takes a seat, anywhere.
Right in the middle of a three connected chair.
However where he sat dismissed opportunity for two friends or a couple a chance to be together. He noticed this when a couple holding hands are hinting if he could scooch a bit to the end of the connected seats. He stared angrily back, 'fuck no' he mouthed. The witnesses scowled him, one after another. He wasn't even loud about it.
Unfortunately, a lot of people can read his lips today. They protest he moved to the side and let the lovely couple have their seats together. The people prefer the attractive lovers over the angsty resting bitch-face young adult. They called it being "considerate". He called it a "bureaucracy". And due to high demands, he was left with no option—he'd move his butt elsewhere.
Ready for a long ride, he pulled out his ear piece and started listening to his heavy rock playlist.
A message arrived with a loud ping. There was a picture attached to it. He opened up the chat room which looked like his band of idiotic friends.
It was a picture of Eijirou along with his pink "friend", Denki and Hanta in a stranger's car. Okay, his friends couldn't get anymore irresponsible.
Group Chat (Denki K, Eijirou K, Hanta S, Katsuki B, Izuku M, Shoto T)
"Bakubro!"
"Look at us! We just hitched a ride!" -Hanta S
8:15 AM
"He gave us lollipops. Pretty cool guy if you ask me." -Denki K
8:16 AM
"I brought my friend with me! Her name's Mina Ashido btw :)" -Eijirou K
8:16 AM
Another ping from his phone went off. This time it was from Izuku. He messaged the chatroom he would be biking his way there. He wanted to stay fit as a fiddle.
Katsuki takes it as Izuku is showing off. He grumbled, "what a nerd."
He returned to downing his music and hitting the sack. Rested his back into his seat, he'd keep his eyes half awake to keep track on the road's progression.
In his tenth song of his playlist, the scenery of his window stayed the same until now.
"WHY THE FUCK AREN'T WE MOVING?"
The passengers shifted their eyes to the front line. A group of gramps and grannies would also like to join in the holiday travel fiesta. Their shaky arms and miscounting the bus fair ticket would be the cause.
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DAY 1 of Summer Break
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Intense eyes ping pong from left to right. One page scroll after another. Immersed? Yes, but not for long. Himiko Toga threw her phone in her bag, giving up and rested in her bed, staring at the ceiling. It's not the ending she anticipated.
It's her 48th novel read on hero ideologies. Recently she has become a fan of the KH series and burrowing in his books. There was a favorite character who bordered between anti-hero and borderline villain. The protagonist of the story was put in a spot to save the character in public faces that don't want anything to do with anymore. Unfortunately, the author says hiatus time until vacations over, leaving his fans hanging.
"Who's going to save the misfits?" She sighed, still her mind is loitering on the latest chapter.
Closing in her dotted time with the others at the beach, she is reel-in back into her universe. There's only half an hour left and she doesn't know how long her commute time is.
"Oh no!"
Out the door, she carried herself. Midway her rush, an item popped into her mind. She ran back to her room, digged through her messy desk, and picked up a small strip of paper and kissed it.
"I can't forget you! We're going to have a wonderful week!"
It's her scrambled, scratched and revised "Summer" todo-list. She still is suspicious if Ochako knows anything about it would prevent her from doing half the rambunctious things written. She needs to get out the door. Her baggage was no more than a school bag. She carries enough; she carries light.
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"So I prepared some classes to attend so we can go all together! We're going to try out pilates and Tahiti dance! Aren't you excited for some tribal dance lessons?! " Ochako said excitedly over the phone line, and then curtly end with, "Don't bring any gaming consoles."
Tsuyu isolating herself and spending the whole vacation indoors was the last thing she wants her to do.
"Don't bring books, don't bring any DvDs or movies, don't bring your phone... Actually, do bring your phone but don't spend more than half an hour on it." Tsuyu unable to answer back hung up afterwards. Ochako thought of almost every plot holes. Tsuyu's phone wouldn't have made it in the list if only Ochako knew any other way for them to stay connected.
Tsuyu stared at her opened empty baggage for a long time in her room. "I guess I don't need more than some spare shirts and pants." She chucked in some clothes lying around and go.
She opened her front door to find Ochako waiting outside. "Surprise, surprise!" She greeted.
"Ribit. What are you doing here? I thought we agreed to meet on sight?"
"You know, I couldn't help myself but check up on you!" Ochako reached her hands out and felt Tsuyu's bag. Exposed what little she brought and rummages through. "Aha!"
"Aha what?" Tsuyu croaked.
"You didn't pack right! Where's your toothbrush? Where's your shampoo? Where are you delicates?"
"Delicates?"
"Underwear!"
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Ochako created a group chat.
Group Chat (Ochako U, Himiko T, Tsuyu A, Kyouka J, Momo Y, Mina A)
"Friendly reminder, please don't forget the essentials!"
" - One casual outfit per day of travel (up to 4)
- One dressy outfit
- One sweater or jacket
- delicates
- Socks
- Pajamas
- Swimwear
- brush
- toothbrush
- shampoo
- Cell phone charger
- Sunscreen
- Hat" -Ochako U
8:22 AM
"Thanks Ochako! Very well curated!" -Momo Y
8:24 AM
"Thanks mom" -Himiko T
8:24 AM
"Thanks second mom" -Kyouka J
8:28 AM
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Himiko took all the shortcuts she knows. Through the alleyways, under bridges and many neighbours' backyards. She felt something hit the end of her foot. Probably kicked off the head of a garden gnome. She'll apologise when she gets back.
Water sprinklers went off for some reason. She has no choice but to run through the field. She's lucky she has her swimwear underneath.
"Please be late! Please be late!" She wished the bus was late. Except that was just wishful thinking in her part.
She checked the time again.
She slowed down.
She unlocked her phone screen and checked the duration to reach her destination spot by the bus transport.
There's no way she would make it in time.
"...I'll let them know I'm late," she frowned. There goes half the things she could do if she have had made it in time.
Can't help but bury the plans behind. There was no point worrying about something that's already past.
Turning round a corner of a block to what could be an empty bus stop, she spots the transport vehicle idling with passengers moving inside at the speed of a snail. A young spikey, ash, blond hair boy is seen outside and helping the older residents in.
"My ride!" She sprinted happily.
For the old people, Katsuki was counting the bus fair ticket money in small coins —the lowest digits these grandparents could possible hoard—as patiently as he could and push them in the bus as fast as they could walk.
She passed the the boy and thanked him. "Thanks, darling! I thought I missed my ride!"
Left the exact sum of transaction on the driver's hands, and upon entering she is met with a full crowd. She is thankful she is the last few.
"Uhh, Miss..." The bus driver tried warning her about the maximum capacity the bus could hold. "We don't have enough—"
The people inside the bus were whispering to him to cut the boy off the bus instead. The grannies were verbally abused and they are now muttering "young kids these days". Money was thrown on the driver's face by the boy cause he wouldn't, as quoted by the boy, "cut the slack".
"Sorry, boy. The ride is full." The bus driver apologised to him, ignited the engine and drove off.
"WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK!" The yell could be heard a kilometer away where Izuku is biking.
It's only 45 minute more till the next bus arrives.