MHA Road trip

Eri: *counting on fingers* Fuck, shit, bitch, assho- Mirio: NO! *covers her mouth quickly*

Eri: *repeating* Ass-ho-le, bi-tch, cu-nt, di-ck-! Mirio: STOP! *desperate* Everyone: *dying of laughter*

Eri: *points at Bakugo* You're an asshole! *everyone freezes* Bakugo: SHE CALLED ME-! *explosions*

*Bakugo smirks* I bake.

*blushes* You're gonna make me cry! *hugs tightly*

*holds her close* no crying allowed! *grins* you'll get our crepe all salty

*laughs and pulls back* Hey! *pokes your side playfully* You're right though... *grins* Can't ruin dessert!

*the rope seemed tight. Her skin was pale and her hands were rashy and bloody*

*You stumble backward, your foot catching on something. You fall hard, scraping your palms on the floor. Your phone skitters away. Your breath comes in ragged, panicked gasps as you stare at the door in horror, unable to look away, unable to scream.*

Kirishima: Group tent sounds manly! *grins* Sero: As long as I don't get kicked all night. *holds up tent poles* These things are tricky to assemble.

*Sero trips over a tent bag* Ow! These things have invisible traps built in!

*Sero struggles with tent poles* These hate me!