Using the @betterprompts prompt: “Please turn in the keys to your golf cart.”
Kaminari and Kirishima find an unattended golf cart at UA Campus. Iida is in pursuit like T-1000 from The Terminator.
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"Why is it here?"
"I don't know - maybe they're using it to tour people around campus?"
"Do…do we dare?"
"Oh, I think we dare."
Kirishima and Denki took a cursory glance around as they exited the shrubs to get a closer look at the golf cart.
It was mundane, except for a single red stripe down each side. Despite being so unremarkable, the sun glanced off of it in such a way that it seemed to beckon to the boys.
Drive Me.
"The keys are in it."
"What?"
Kirishima jingled the key in front of Kaminari's face as he repeated, "The keys are in it!"
"That honestly saves me a lot of effort and brain power since I don't need to hotwire it anymore!" A few sparks flew from Kaminari's fingers as he snapped them.
"After you, sir," Kirishima gestured for Kaminari to hop into the passenger seat.
Kaminari scoffed. "I take it you insist on driving?"
"I trust me more than I trust you."
"Says the guy who is a human rock if we get ejected from this thing in a fiery wreck…"
Kirishima turned the key, and it rattled to life.
Like a cliche action movie, Kaminari put on his sunglasses.
"Let's ride".
Kirishima gunned it, and the cart tore off of the lawn onto the pavement, leaving grass flying in its wake. They took a sharp corner, and the cart rocked up onto two side wheels. The laughter of the boys trailed behind them. Upon rounding a second corner around a building, they both screamed as they almost ran into a small group of students walking together. Despite dodging that group, there were tens more where that came from. Swerving madly around pocket after pocket of panicked and screaming students quickly drew the attention of Class 1A's rep himself.
"Cease and desist at once!"
"Is that who I think it is?!" Kirishima yelled at Kaminari.
Reluctantly, Kaminari turned around in his seat, clinging to a bar on the cart for dear life as they careened around a line of shrubs. He caught a brief glimpse before losing sight of their pursuer.
"Oh no…"
Iida, engines pumping, came sprinting at them, quickly closing what little gap was between him and the cart.
"This is highly dangerous; I recommend you stop at once!"
"What do we do?!" Kirishima screamed. Genuine fear was creeping up upon him.
"THIS!!" Kaminari screeched as he pried open a panel in the cart and grabbed a handful of wires. The cart lurched forward violently as the voltage sent it into an automotive frenzy.
Tears streamed from the boys' faces as the wind stung their eyes.
"NOT SO FAST!" Iida kicked it into a higher gear.
In a maneuver that would make a pro hero jealous, Iida caught up to the side of the cart, grappled two of the side bars of the cart and hit his brakes in a pivot. The drastic change in direction nearly sent the passengers flying.
Kirishima hardened reflexively, accidentally wrenching the steering wheel right off.
Iida dug his heels into the ground, leaving a set of ridges in the dirt from himself and the wheels grabbing at whatever traction they could find. The momentum slowed a bit, but it wasn't until the cart wheels seemed burned out and unable to turn any longer that the entire scrum stopped.
Kaminari, smoking like a crispy bug in a bug zapper, fell immobile out of the wreckage. Kirishima, on the other hand, thunked to the ground like a boulder.
Iida looked down at them both in a way that said, 'I'm not mad, just disappointed,' which everyone knows is infinitely worse than someone just being mad at you. He held out a hand.
"Please turn in the keys to your golf cart."
