NOTE: This is an AU where the UA dorm rooms don't exist, lol.
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It's your first day in Japan, and you already can't wait to get to your new home and sleep. You thought it'd be great to book the flight for one in the morning, hoping you get the sleep you need and have countless hours of energy left to explore the city. But, what your - usually very sharp mind - forgot to include the possibility of a child on board. Your 12 hour flight was ruined by a screaming baby just two rows behind you. The most you could get was probably one and a half hours of sleep, and you had to go to the bathroom in the airport to recounter your face and hide your eye bags. You hoped that you could get in a little nap on your way to your exchange family, but the driver keeps swerving back and forth so badly you thought you might as well stay awake if you want to avoid a concussion.
Despite the lack of sleep, you actually enjoyed having all that time to yourself before meeting your second family. It gave you lots to think about. Thinking, no matter how lame it sounds, was one of your favourite hobbies. You're a strategizer, a genius, some would say. That's why you're here. Apart from your quirk that is. You were always very smart, mostly because you are so analytical and observant. But due to that, you were always very closed off and quiet, never had too many friends. You could always see right through people, and that always scared people off. No one could ever keep a secret from you, it's like you had this sense when something was ever wrong, you could feel it in your bones. You always saw surprise parties coming, or even whenever someone was lying.
That skill is what made you so powerful. You used it to train your quirk, enhance it. After school everyday you would practice it, work until your muscles became puddy and even your brain was finally exhausted. So much effort everyday drove you to the top, physically, academically and, well, quirk-ally. You were scouted ever since junior high, but when one of the best schools in the world offered you a full scholarship you dropped everything to go. Especially considering how far from home in America it was. You could finally get away.
The car haults to a rash stop for about the third time that day, and while you're trying to hold vomit in your stomach as you're too dizzy to even look out the window, the driver turns towards you.
"Aye, you're here."
"Thank you." You say, barely holding it all in. You get out the car and get your two bags out the trunk and the car rides away, changing lanes for fun down the street. You look up at the clouds and try to get a whiff of fresh air, calming your stomach and nerves. You look at the house you were dropped off at. It's fucking huge. You've never lived in a house yourself, constantly hopping from one apartment to the next and a chance of a cheaper rent. You stare at it in awe. A huge fence, a deck the size of your room. Two doors. Two damn doors! You try to contain your smile and walk the wooden staircase.
After your shaky fist knocks, you stand eagerly in the doorway. You can feel your heart pounding in your chest, you can hear it. You count to try and distract yourself but that only helps you to notice how fast it's beating. Your palms are starting to sweat already.
Holy fuck. I need to chill.
You understand why you're nervous. You can barely make friends, now you're going to meet the people you'll be living with for the next year. Showering in their bathroom. Washing your clothes in their washing machine. Eating from their dishes. You shudder. You know how close you're gonna have to get with them or else it's going to be extremely awkward and difficult to survive the next year. You'll have to break down your walls, finally let someone in. Shit, shit, shit. Maybe it's not too late to go back, or I can live in the school, like in a dumpster or something -
"Hello! Oh, you must be Y/N! Welcome, welcome, it's so nice to finally meet you! I'm Mitsuki Bakugo, but you can just call me Mitsu-san! Come in, come in..."
A woman with short, spiky blond hair greets you at the doors. she motions for you to come insider the house (even though you call it a palace), and you follow. You put your heaviest bag on the floor even though it's no bother for your highly trained muscles. You look around, forgetting to close your mouth, and go bright red when you realize your Mom 2.0 saw you geek out. She just laughs it off and gives you a tour of the house, starting with the home-cinema basement, the huge living room, the large kitchen which seems to have anything you need in it. You follow her upstairs and she shows you the entrance to the attic filled with old boxes, the laundry room, the (third you think, but you couldn't keep track) bathroom, her room and finally, yours. It's huge, about twice the size of your room, even though your old one shouldn't even be allowed to be considered a room, but it never really bothered you. To you, and probably only to you, it was cozy.
"Get settled in, shower if you like, that long plane ride must've been exhausting. After you're done you can come down for some dinner." You nod and thank her, putting your bags off just to the side of your door. Mitsu-san (as you're still getting used to calling her that) starts to leave, but snaps back to you after only a few seconds.
"Right, I forgot, that's Katsuki's room. He's 15, and my only son. I'm sure you two will get along well, but he's a little... problematic. Give him the benefit of the doubt, alright?" She points to the bedroom next to yours, the door is closed and there seems to be lots of black smudges on it as if many explosions happen on the other side. You wondered how much doubt you'd need for this kid. But, you and him are only about two years apart so you weren't sure whether to call him a kid or not. He's 15, you're 17. You'll see when you'll meet him.
Great, another thing I have to stress about.
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You didn't have that much stuff to unpack expect electronics and books and study materials, since most of your clothes were either training or casual, a few hoodies and one dress. You hung your uniform on the closet door after ironing it, carefully putting it inside the large plastic bag. All of that took you only roughly 25 minutes, so you decided to take that shower after all.
Having the nice cool water run down your skin after being cooped up in hot vehicles and under the strong sunny rays really helped you relax and let go of all the meet and greet stress. You washed your hair, even shaved, but mostly you just let the water run down your face and chest to the shower floor. It was a glass shower, and even though the water was pretty cool, eventually some steam collected on the walls. Eventually, you figured that you should get out, if not for yourself then for "saving water". By the time you dried your hair and put on some clothes you realized it's been an hour and it was the start of 3 o'clock. On one hand, you're a little upset because this was probably your last chance to explore the city before being bombarded with schoolwork, seeing as you've arrived on the last day of summer break. One the other though, you were glad that it was only a matter of a few hours before you could go to sleep.
At about 6, you finally get downstairs and meet with Mitsu-san and her husband at the dinner table. You make a nice conversation, asking about their lives here, about your life there, and you're quite pleased with yourself for making small talk so entertaining.
The dinner was also quite delicious, so that might've helped. It was a delicious rice with teriyaki chicken and some roasted and buttered asparagus. You ate it up like an animal, remembering that you couldn't finish the disgusting airplane food they served you. By the time you finished, your hosts were only half done so you stayed behind to continue the conversation.
It was about 8:30 when you were all done eating and talking and you helped clean up the dishes before you went off to bed. You were basically dozing off at the sink, when a sudden noise at the front door woke you up.
You dropped the plate into the water and got the hands ready to attack, feeling the power of your quirk in your veins. But just like that, you let that power go when you saw a mini little Mitsu-san walk through the door. The same spiky blond hair lay on his head and rough aura surrounding him. He was wearing a black leather jacket and an orange t-shirt under, with green cargo pants. You dropped your eyes back to the sink before you could make eye contact.
"Katsuki, what the hell took so long?"
"Aye, stop stressing you old hag. That's just how slow the damn restaurant was."
Ouch. They're both tough on each other.
The next few minutes were followed by yelling and name calling that your mind automatically drowned out. You didn't really care, it was like that at home all the time, you got used to it. You finished washing the dishes and started to go up to your room.
"Oh, Y/N come here. Katsuki, heres the exchange student that we invited, remember? She'll be staying with us for the next year until she graduates from UA. Thought you'd wanna meet her."
This is where you finally made eye contact. You looked at the boy's red gem eyes and fluffy hair. He was actually almost your height, maybe an inch shorter. His hands in his pockets, he looked at you quickly then started to walk away.
"Why the hell should I care?"
The words would've stung anyone else, but the feeling was quite mutual. You came here to learn and train, not to impress some younger teenager. When he walked away Mitsu-san apologized and you shrugged it off, telling her that you were fine. You both said goodnight and you went back up to your room, where you were so glad that you had made the bed earlier. You quickly changed into your grey shorts and an old, "California" t-shirt that you called your pijamas and basically fainted onto the bed. You cuddled up into the sheets and let all your muscles melt into the soft mattress.
You could hear some clutter and gentle swearing coming from the other room but you could barely hear anything else and you didn't try to. You passed out before the sun could even set.
