#I won't be post a fic everyday - probs every 2-3 or something

[scarlet-traveler]

Down the line when Katsuki and Eijirou are pro heroes, they hold fast to the convictions they formed in their days at UA. Eijirou strives to be the best hero that he can be, never wavering from anything he might face, while Katsuki aims to simply be the best, full stop.

(He knows now that being the best isn’t the most important thing, nor the most feasible with the walking powerhouse that is Deku with One For All being an active pro as well. He’s still gunning for that number one spot, if anything just so he can rub it in the nerd’s face that he got there first.)

But whatever the case, Katsuki and Eijirou work hard, their individual approval ratings and that of their joint agency through the roof. Eventually though, the unstoppable force of their determination hits the immovable object that is burnout. It’s rare, maybe only occurring once a year, but by their mid-twenties they already have a fool-proof plan to break through it.

They pool together however many vacation days they have stocked up, they arrange for their old classmates to cover the shifts they’re going to miss, and they take a drive.

Neither man ever has a destination in mind, and that’s the beauty behind this tried-and-true method; going somewhere in particular is never the point, they just want to get away, go on a days-long road trip with their phones on airplane mode, clothes packed, and camping supplies tucked into the back of the old pickup truck they pretty much use exclusively for these trips. Just going out and seeing what they find is better than creating an entire itinerary for their vacation. It’s easier on the mind. Cheaper too since they never book hotels.

Perhaps sleeping curled up together on top of blankets in the back of the truck isn’t the best idea for two grown pro heroes, especially when years and age make it killer on their backs, but it’s a small sacrifice to avoid being hounded for autographs at the local Hilton.

In any case, the road trips let them both lower their walls, Katsuki not having to front pleasantries and Eijirou getting a break from his usual role of supportive sunshine pillar. They also appeal to their senses of adventure. It was always exciting to see what each small town they passed through held.

One time they had found a restaurant modeled after one of those old American diners—it even had a jukebox in the corner, a thick layer of dust coating it from disuse. Eijirou had spent at least half an hour cleaning it off and toying with it to figure out how it worked, and the next two to cycle through every single pre-quirk song on the thing.

Sometimes they’d find sleepy little villages tucked away in forests, and they’d spend the day chatting with the person behind the bar of the village’s single restaurant (usually a mashup of a pub and inn as well), and at night they would hike to see the stars from a nearby cliff, not a single ounce of light pollution clouding the view, and they’d fall asleep together to the sound of cicadas and the breeze ruffling the leaves of the trees.

It’s all nice, and when they get back to their lives in the city they’re refreshed, recharged, and ready to settle back into their normal schedules, a new suite of photos pinned to the corkboard in their shared office.

~ Day 7 of the 30 day writing challenge: use the words small town, bar, jukebox

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