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“You shitty nerd, this is not gonna work.”
“Kacchan, just hold still for a moment and it’d-
“You’re an ABSOLUTE IDIOT.”
The laughter of the class echoed behind Midoriya’s back as he tried to wrestle Bakugou out of the All Might-themed baby car he was currently squeezed into. Todoroki, of all people, had convinced the pair that they could fit into the car they had both silently fanboyed over ten minutes ago. It was in this very same mall where the two of them as children had found (and eventually begged and cried at Deku’s mom into buying) this same exact car. Amid their shared nostalgia, Shouto had leaned over their shoulders and said Try getting in. It was the worst decision the two of them had ever made.
It had started off alright. Bakugou was the subject of the test, since his waist was significantly smaller and there was no way stocky, built Deku would be able to squeeze his muscular calves into the small square at the top of the car. That was the other issue; the red and blue plastic doors of it could in no way fit either of them, so they would instead step into the car and pull it up their body. Kinda like a skirt, Kaminari had added, which only made Katsuki ‘tch’ in embarrassment.
As Bakugou hesitantly stepped into the opening, his lower calves getting scratched by the roughly-shaved-down edges of the plastic, Deku reached down and carefully picked up the car by the bottom, his hands easily engulfing half of the length and brushing against the front tires. And he began to lift. It hurt like a bitch, so to speak, for Bakugou. The plastic scraped up his legs slowly in a way that reminded him of the car he (and Deku I guess) had years ago, and, how as they outgrew it, their ankles pressing into the sides of the bottomless car would be scratched and cut by the plastic. Eventually, his mother had decided it was too small for the pair of them and gave it away. Deku cried for hours and could only be consoled by Katsuki putting on All Might’s debut video, which the green-haired boy watched on loop for hours with him, leaning into his shoulder and sniffling occasionally. The memory used to annoy him, but now as he remembered it, he felt a sense of longing to return to that era of simplicity.
The combined physical and mental pain were causing him to tear up, and when he turned away to hide it, the car had popped over his thighs and sat snugly at his hips. The surprise helped the tears fade. Katsuki ignored the howls of laughter from his classmates and Izuku’s whoop of victory as he turned slowly to see how the car rested on the jut of his hips, the fit no longer being tight as it sat in the narrow spot of his waist. “Yeah, shake it Bakugou!” Kirishima yelled and he immediately stopped his examination to give the shark-toothed-fucker the finger.
Quickly realizing that they were in a public place and if an employee saw them they’d all get kicked out on their asses, Bakugou spoke over the laughter. “Alright, alright, let’s get this fucking thing off, my hips hurt like a bitch.” The giggles quieted as Deku stepped forward and took hold of the car again, pulling down. Nothing happened. Aside from the painful tug at Katsuki’s hips. Silence fell over the group as Deku tugged a second, third, fourth time and the car refused to budge. “I warned you both about this didn’t I?” Iida’s booming voice was loud in the silence. Then, all hell broke loose.
Kaminari and Kirishima ran forward to try and help Deku pull the god-forsaken car down, but it was a no go. They tried pushing it upwards, over Bakugou’s head, but the car caught painfully at Bakugou’s pecs, which was even more embarrassing, and once they got past them, the car’s opening was too small for his biceps to fit through. The car obviously couldn’t stay there because it limited Katsuki’s movement, so it had to be dragged over his sore chest AGAIN, back to his hips. If Hell was a place on Earth, it had to be in this exact spot, in a mall hidden behind a few clothing racks, with All Might toddler cars on the bottom shelf against the wall.
The whole group was panicking, some talking a mile a minute about possible ways to get it off, others sporadically coming towards him to fruitlessly tug at the car before backing away in defeat. Todoroki wasn’t among the crowd. He was browsing around, munching on his soba. At some point, Bakugou’s temper bubbled over and he pulled at the damn thing himself. The loud SNAP echoed through the entire store as the car split cleanly in half at the seams and the sound immediately caught the attention of the store clerks and everyone was rushing to not look suspicious and Katsuki and Deku were shoving the stupid cheap thing back into the shelf and the employee cleared her throat and they were caught.
“Is there anything you need help with?” Most of the students had managed to look like they had never met Deku or Bakugou in their lives, while the two of them looked just about as guilty as they could look with half in a car in their hands and large startled eyes. The clerk gave them a knowing look and gestured that they follow her to the register to pay for the broken car, which they did, the pieces of car at their sides and their heads hung in shame.