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“All right! This is the plan: I’m gonna pedal like a crazy bitch.”
“Yeah!” Shouts Toru.
“Mina…”
“When we get to the ramp, it’s your turn, Ochako!”
“Mina, no-”
“WE’RE GOING TO BE THE BEST E.T. COSPLAY IN HISTORY!”
At the time it had seemed like a fun idea. Now, on the bike and looking down the road over Mina’s shoulders, it begins to seem less than a perfect idea.
Not perfect.
Fucking crazy.
What was she thinking when she agreed?
But Mina doesn’t give her time to complain and they start their descent. She hears Jiro scream somewhere on the street, where she is filming the epic moment. She just hopes the video doesn’t reach Aizawa-sensei. Or the tragedy. Whatever comes first.
She’s sure that even if she’s shaking with nerves it doesn’t show, due to the pavement and the bike going ridiculously fast downhill. She’s squeezing Mina’s shoulders so tightly, that she wouldn’t be surprised if she left the imprint of her fingers. The other two girls are laughing out loud, as if death were a far concept right now.
Despite her prayers, the ramp comes closer and they don’t slow down. Mina yells at her and Ochako begs to the heavens to not die today.
“E.T. PHONE HOME!” Exclaims Toru like a battle cry.
Ochako opens her eyes —at some point she closed them— and notices how they go up smoothly. Mina hits her shoes against the bike frame and soon the added thrusters—courtesy of Hatsume— ignite.
“SUCK MY NONEXISTENT DICK, ELLIOT!” Laughs Mina.
After a few moments, when Ochako deems an appropriate height for the next step, she alerts them to the second part of the plan.
“It’s like a drop tower, right?,” Mina had asked, hugging her knees. “Where they let you free fall until the last second.”
“Eh-”
“How exciting!” Toru exclaimed, jumping at the idea of doing something so fun.
“It feels way worse than a drop tower,” Ochako told them, wanting to insist on the parachutes.
However, the idea of getting enough altitude so the parachutes could open, and that those things are way more striking than a bike with three crazy chicks on it —more so, that Aizawa-sensei could notice— was enough justification to dismiss it.
“Hold on!” She shouts before releasing her quirk.
She has to thank her past-self, who had the insight to insist on four hours of fasting. It has been a long time since she fell from so high, and it’s incredible that even now Mina keeps laughing.
Ochako manages to reactivate her quirk just in time —about four meters above the ground— and Momo is already waiting for them below. She throws them a rope to pull them without having to play activate-deactivate Ochako’s quirk until they reach the ground.
“It was awesome!,” cries Toru, getting off the bike basket, in what Ochako assumes is to stretch her legs.
“I thought you were going to die,” Momo confesses, getting the rope.
“You weren’t the only one.”
Jiro catches up with them not long after, riding her own bike.
“I want to show you the video,” she says, with a gigantic smile on her face, “but I think someone called the police.”
“Oh no.” Momo turns pale and Ochako grabs her arm, fearing she will faint from the shock. “We are future heros, what are we going to do-”
“Toru, Ochako, hop on,” Mina interrupts. “Kyoka, I dare you. The last one to arrive has to make a fake love letter to Mineta.”
“You’re on.”
Ochako gets back on the pegs, Toru takes off the sheet —she had insisted on being E.T.— to leave the field more visible, and Mina starts pedaling as if the bastard son of Bakugo and Michael Myers is chasing them.
It shouldn’t be that fun running away from the police, but Ochako kinda understands the adrenaline rush criminals get from doing it. Not that it’s okay, but…
...it is fun.
Mina wins, the police don’t catch them and they decide to have a meme contest with Mineta as the theme. Incredibly, Tsuyu wins the award for best meme creator.
THE END
