By Moonlitmantras
“Oh no.” Denki suddenly whined as he stifled through his carry-on bag, “oh noooooo.”
“Hate what you’re doing dude, stop it.”
Denki’s eyes snapped to Sero’s, sheer panic written all over his features, “I think I’m about to meet my end dude.”
“What’s wrong?” Mina asked from the third row of the van after pulling out an ear plug.
“I—uh,” he cleared his throat as his eyes flickered to the driver, “I forgot—“
“You forgot what?!” Bakugo predictably shouted, making everyone in the vehicle jump.
“I’m sorry!” Denki immediately cried, “I didn’t—I thought I had it!”
“Dunce face, so help me, spit it the fu—“
“Relax and focus on the road man,” Kirishima interjected before looking over his shoulder at his frazzled friend, “what’d you forget?”
Denki chewed his bottom lip, cheeks flushing in embarrassment as he mumbled, “my boarding pass…”
Shockingly, the van remained in one piece and Denki’s head was still on his shoulders.
“Dumb ass, we can get another one at the airport.” Bakugo hissed as his grip lessened on the steering wheel.
Sero patted Denki on the shoulder as everyone sagged in relief, “you passed your first trial, mortal. Only 599 more to go.”
“Shut up,” Denki huffed, shoving off Sero’s hand with a small smile.
Twenty minutes passed in comfortable silence, signs of the airport approaching flicked by, indicating that they had about 15 minutes to go.
“Oh shit,” Sero exhaled with a groan as he shoved his hands in the pockets of his sweatshirt frantically moving on to his pants, then finally his carry-on bag.
“Hate what you’re doing dude, stop—hyack!” Denki coughed as Sero chopped him in the throat for mocking him.
“What the fuck now?!” Bakugo snapped as Sero kept shuffling through his things with much more vigor than anyone was used to.
“Your boarding pass is sticking out—“
“I /know/!” Sero cut Mina off as he continued to look through his things before throwing his head back against the headrest, “I’m doomed, can I just jump out of the car instead of telling you what I forgot?”
“Yes.”
“/No/.” Kirishima said at the same time as Bakugo, glaring at his friend before checking on Sero, “just tell us man, we can figure it out—“
“It’s my wallet dude.”
Silence fell over the van and Sero swore he could hear his minutes ticking away as smoke came from the driver's seat.
“You sure it’s not—“
“I looked everywhere, Denks.”
“Have you tried up your—“
“Maybe it’s in someone else’s bag!” Mina suggested over Bakugo’s crude comment before jumping to look in hers.
Sero looked all but defeated, staring out the window like he was in Kelly Clarkson’s Breakaway music video.
Kirishima was looking through his things, even the glovebox and the center console when Mina jumped in her seat with an excited yelp that had Sero and Denki reflexively shrieking.
“You better have found a fucking wad of money Pinky!” Bakugo growled out as Kirishima laughed.
“Sero, Sero, Sero,” she sang as she rested her forearms against the middle seat with her chin propped, “tell me, what would you do without me?”
Sero stared for a moment before huffing out a breath, “probably still be washing my hair with a 2-in-1.”
“Diabolical,” Denks commented with a scrunched face while Bakugo mumbled, “disgusting” before glaring at Kirishima when he asked what was wrong with convenience.
Mina eyed the back of Kiriishima’s head for a long moment before turning her attention back to Sero, “you’re very right and you’d probably still be thinking that America and Canada are the same place, but without me you would also be wallet-less.”
She beamed as she dangled his wallet in front of his face, reveling in the way his face lit up with shock, relief, then gratitude.
“Mina, you’re a freakin God! Where did you—?”
“It was under your seat,” she giggled, sticking her tongue out as he snatched it from her fingers then proceeded to hold it in his lap for the remainder of the ride.
They arrived without further incident until Bakugo parked the car, grumbling something only Kirishima could hear.
“—No, that’s not necessary—Bakugo!” Kirishima called after him as he jumped out of the driver's seat before stomping to the back of the van where everyone’s suitcases were.
Sero, Denki, and Mina filed out with confused expressions, gathering around the grumbling blond.
“I’m /not/ going in and finding out you assholes forgot something else so we’re going to go through our shit right now since we’re early.” Bakugo barked as he opened the back hatch before turning towards his friends, “show me your wallets, /with/ your ID’s.”
Mina giggled as she pulled hers out while Sero held his like it was his only lifeline as Denki and Kirishima grumbled under their breaths when retrieving theirs.
“Okay, now passports.”
“Boarding passes minus the electric slide.”
“/Hey/—!”
“Now, open your suitcases.”
Mina squeaked, “right now?!” As her eyes darted around the long-term airport parking lot.
“It’s either right now or inside.” Bakugo stood firm with crossed arms.
“You’re going to do it too, right?” Kirishima challenged, seeming to puff his chest out as if he had won something, but deflated immediately when Bakugo pointed to his open suitcase that was immaculately packed.
After minutes of grumbling complaints and shuffling Kirishima coughed awkwardly and Bakugo had to fight the urge to smack him upside the head and laugh at the same time.
“Stop,” Kirishima whined as his cheeks flushed with embarrassment.
“Ohohoho, what happened?” Denki asked, nosing his way between his friends to see that Kirishima had a bunch of pants, shorts, swim trunks, underwear, but only one shirt.
“So you planned to shit yourself at least once a day—“
“/Dude/—“
“But didn’t think to pair it up with a shirt,” Bakugo chided, biting his bottom lip to keep himself from laughing.
“Man, I get it, you have gains for days but don’t you think that’s a bit much?” Sero teased, sending all but Mina into a fit of giggles.
“Kiri, can I pout with you?”
All four looked over to find Mina, arms heavy at her sides with 6 inch heels and a pout on her face.
“What exactly were you planning for?” Denki asked with a tilt of his head and a teasing grin.
Mina, very maturely, stomped her foot, huffing as her cheeks colored a dark red, “To look good, obviously!”
Kirishima couldn’t help but drape an arm across her shoulders, pulling her into a side hug before offering, “Trade you a shirt for a pair of shoes?”
Bakugo rolled his eyes while Denki and Sero bounced to ask if they could pick which shirt he borrowed after Mina answered with an affirmative nod, “Deal.”
