Izuku had just finished packing the last of her things away and closed the box before sitting back on her heels with a sigh. She was still sort of in a state of disbelief. Unable to comprehend just why she had been chosen as a match for three strange men, all of whom had super human abilities.
I mean, she had only been in the U.S for a year in a half to attend school and help her former teacher/hero, Toshinori Yagi, also known in japan as All Might, could settle down into his old home so that he could spend the rest of his days in peace and quiet.
She only got a million phone calls and texts from him every other day where he complained of boredom. Apparently now that he was finally officially retired, after nearly five decades of fighting villains, the peace and quiet were slowly but surely driving her former teacher/hero to utter madness.
But then she supposed that that was to be expected after fighting for so long.
Looking around the now vacant apartment that she had called her home only a week ago, she felt a painful ache in the center of her chest where her heart was.
This reminded her of when she had to leave Japan for her college scholarship.
She had recalled the last time that she had seen her mom and her friends together. Of course that had been three months before most of her friends had been wiped out, leaving Katsuki, Shoto, Froppy, and Iida. All of whom video chatted and called and texted her almost daily to check up on her.
And all of them weren't taking the whole...match thing very well.
In fact the same day that she received the letter letting her know of what was going to happen, she had called Katsuki in tears, almost hysterical and he had called the others while he quickly packed a bag and booked an airplane ticket. Fully intending to show up on her doorstep and see her face to face and ask her what the hell was going on and who he had to kill.
Shoto and Iida had beat him to the airport with their own bags in tow. However none had boarded the plane since Froppy had shown up and told them to simply butt out and be there for her in another way.
The guys were none too pleased with her at the moment either. But Froppy didn't give a damn.
She had other things to worry about than the guy's and their hurt feelings. Though she did call on occasion to see how she was holding up. The most interesting phone call had come from Toshinori once he had found out about the whole 'match' thing.
Izuku didn't think she had ever heard such foul language from him before.
So instead of listening to him carry on like Katsuki, she had simply put the phone down and walked away and come back fifteen minutes later when he had finally run out of steam. He had been understandably, displeased at the prospect of her being bonded to three men at once.
Especially since matches like hers were practically unheard of in Japan.
I mean there was arranged marriages and then there were 'arranged marriages'. One was a strictly business sort of thing and the other involved actually saying vows, wearing a ring on one's ring finger, sleeping with the other person and sometimes even children.
And it wasn't always done willingly.
She and Toshinori had done their research into such matches. And the number of people that abused their match, raped them, locked them away and even drove them to kill themselves. All of those numbers were utterly staggering. And because so few things were reported to the authorities- nothing was done to abolish the system. Much less improve it to make it safer for the person being matched to others.
It was stupid really. But from the little bit of information alone, Toshi had weaseled a promise out of her that if anyone ever tried to or did anything remotely questionable to her- she was to knock their teeth down their throat and walk away. Not run, running away was for cowards and he hadn't trained her to be a damned coward. No- she was to walk. Own up to the fact that she had damaged another person- possibly really badly- and wear it like a damned shield.
Fuck any vows and matches and bonds.
She wasn't anyone's goddamned whipping boy/doormat. And she wasn't to act like one.
After getting her promise Toshinori had felt somewhat better about leaving her in the hands of strangers. At least enough to tell her that he'd be checking in on her soon and then hung up. That was several days ago. And now- now she was gearing up to move into a strange place full of strange people.
She didn't know who these Avenger's were, and frankly she wasn't sure that she wanted to know.
Hearing the loud rap of knuckles on her apartment door, she turned her head and waited for whoever was on the other side to speak up and say something to identify themselves. After all, she had already made the mistake of opening her door once and had been stabbed for her efforts by a would be thief.
"Miss Midoriya! My name is Happy Hogan, I work for Mr. Stark. I'm out here with the moving crew. I'm to take you over to the tower while they collect your things."
Sighing again, Izuku tiredly scrubbed her face with her hands and then got up to go open the door. And promptly tripped with a loud yelp when she realized that one of her legs had gone totally numb while she had been sitting.
She must have missed the guy calling out to her several times while she had tried to get back up, because one moment she was trying to rise up from the floor and the next her door was being kicked in by an overly concerned heavy set guy in a nice expensive suit, wielding a small hand held gun.
He looked around the room before locating her, half lying on the floor and quickly moved to help her up as he asked her repeatedly if she was alright. Izuku merely blushed and squeaked out that's he was fine as he holstered the gun.