Yesterday was the last day of school, the chaotic trio cried with their classmates but easily got over it.
They already knew each other quite well— confident that they can just come over in each other's house anytime they'd like.
The three were so confident that the very next day, which was Saturday they planned on meeting up to have a Sakura viewing picnic in the park.
After a few calls from the adults, the meeting was set up. Unfortunately they have to wake up really early considering the mass of people visiting and setting up their 'area', to witness the bloom of the cherry blossoms.
This morning around 5 a.m., Inko with Izuku passed the Mitsuki's house first and the Bakugo's residence after.
On their arrival, a lot of spots were occupied already but soon enough as they walk through the growing crowd they were able to pinpoint a free area with two trees that they could lean on— and was far enough away from the crowd.
Setting up the red and white checkered picnic blanket, and the basket soon enough— Inko leaves the kids to their own accord, tells them she'll come back after picking up things from work. (bc it's kind of that safe in Japan, lets just think it's THAT safe for the sake of this fic)
They have roughly around 3 hours to themselves, afterwards they'll come over to the Bakugo's since it's the nearest house from the park.
Sakura out of excitement was humming, while she sways her feet in opposite direction and make a 'thump' sound as they meet.
From the two trees near them she leans on the right side. The little girl was wearing a red dress that was overalls outside underneath it had hidden shorts, and a white blouse with a Peter Pan collar. Her shoes were dark brown— Mary Jane, and wearing frilly socks.
Izuku was reading a book, the sun hasn't risen yet— he keeps going in and out of consciousness though. Sporting a dark green sweater to battle the somewhat cold wind, denim pants that was 90% cotton and his red sneakers.
Their blond was wearing a somewhat oversized high quality white shirt, his bottoms were khaki cargo pants that fit him well not too tight, not too loose around his legs, and high cut black converse sneakers.
Katsuki tries to hide his backpack behind him, as he leans on the other tree. He stared up the flowers that was slowly beginning to bloom but not quite there, with his height they seem too far away for him to reach.
'I could probably reach the branches using my quirk', he thought to himself but ultimately decided against it.
The shared silence was welcomed like a warm hug, used to each other's presence.
Sakura glances up from her seat, as soon the sky was brightening up— dawn was breaking through the horizon and soon a glare of soft sunlight pressed down on their spot, her eyes tried to adjust to the new contrast and instead of her usual duo of boys another image came—
From Izuku's position it was a blonde with very bright orange pair of outfit, as if it screams 'look at me!', reading a green book with a no entry signal on its' back. In place of Bakugo was a fair skinned boy with the darkest hair she has ever seen, he was looking down as if sleeping— his face shielded from her view.
"AH!", it was Katsuki's voice that woke up the two kids from their musings. His eyes sparkled and stared at the continuously blooming flowers.
The green haired boy scrambled up to set up their plates, sandwiches, the onigiris and sushi, with the help of Sakura.
Soon chatter broke around the crowd— but the three stayed quiet. It was very out of character really, but they didn't find the words nor the conversation to speak.
Being with each other was enough.
"So", Izuku sweats from his area fidgeting side to side and his eyes nervously looked at Kacchan.
"So.", Bakugo raised both of his eyebrows as if asking for, 'what?', and Midoriya's eyes signaled the bag behind him and back to his face.
The blond's face contorted, and got it a second after.
Sakura was cleaning up all the items that they used, but she readied the water jug they were using.
When she was done, two things blocked her view.
Two poorly wrapped things.
The bright red wrapping paper from Izu looked like a book, from Tsuki was a maroon— a deeper red, and the shape looked too strange for her to guess correctly.
"I—," her eyes watered a bit, "I didn't expect a gift, this is too much." And pressed her lips together to stop it from quivering.
"Don't be such a baby, hurry up and get it my limbs are shaking.", Katsuki complained, yet his face was a little pink.
She simply nodded and grabbed both of the waiting gifts from their hands, "Should I open it now?", she wondered remembering the custom in Japan, but both of the boys nodded excitedly waiting for her to open.
Sakura chose Izuku's first, carefully without ripping the gift wrapping paper— she couldn't help but gasp at the 'Complete History of Ninjas: Ninpo (Includes the hand seals and images)'. Her eyes sparkled, and looked at Midoriya in a new light.
"Izu-chan— I don't know what to say..", her eyes shining bright out of mirth.
Izuku gave her a shy smile, "maybe, Thank you?"
She sent a bright smile of her own, "THANK YOU!". Sakura would hug him right now but she'll save that later.
"Open mine! Open mine!", Katsuki says his red eyes excited, the girl responded with a nod.
'What the fuck is this?', she wonders good-naturedly but slowly and carefully removing the crumpled maroon wrappings.
What she got was a beige bag that had only one strap to be placed across the chest, the storage should rest at her back. It strikes her a familiar as if she saw it before and wore it but she's sure it was the first time she has ever seen this.
She didn't realize it but she started crying.
"Whaa-", Bakugo looking confused he panicked and so did Midoriya, "Why would you cry from my gift—?!", maybe he did something wrong—
"It's not that—", she choked, "it's just that I don't deserve you guys—", and began wailing.
Izuku based on experience from his mother, whenever he cried Into approaches him and stays beside him as she patiently waits for him to internalize and explain the emotions he's feeling.
He signaled Kacchan to sit down on each side of Sakura's under the tree, and she began calming down.
"I—" she started but Izuku needed to say something.
"It's okay you don't have to say anything.", he gives Kacchan a look over Sakura's head.
"A— a yeah, you don't have to say anything." He agreed but still felt like a fish out of water.
"Th—", she hiccuped, "Thank you for being my friend." Her eyes suddenly felt heavy and was suddenly closing, before that out of instinct her hands found the boys hands.
On her left clasped Izu's dry rough hands, on her right was Tsuki's— a little bit sweaty at that.
They all fell asleep under the Sakura tree.
Inko found them soon, it was a good thing there was a hero on patrol around the premises.
In the Todoroki residence, they have one 'sacred' Sakura bonsai tree in their japanese garden. The generation of their family, preserved this one years ago this year it's expected to finally fully bloom after years of it being twisted around and manipulated to be in its desired shape.
Every year Shoto waits for it to bloom, most branches still failed to do so, but some was able and when he witnessed— this a small smile painted his face.
It was expected for the family of the Mayor of Musutafu city to join they gathering for the blooming of the Sakura trees in their City Park.
They were on top of a bridge, where the trees adorned both sides of the stream. On a platform, with speakers beside it.
Shinsou Hitoshi was the only one sitting behind his father near the left speakers, and was dozing off.
He wasn't able to see the Sakura bloom, but a petal fell on his head.
"Are you sure this is the right choice Ana?", her husband asks doubtful.
"This is what's best for Sakura, honey. I already talked to the people—",
"Y—you decided without me?!" His voice went up a little higher than usual, indignant and hurt.
She reach out to hold his hand, "Honey, I was talking to very powerful people— and in that moment I believe it was the wisest thing to do." Ana's eyes was full of hope (shit), looking at her husbands eyes pleading for him to understand.
He swallowed the decision now being weighed in his head, "when did this happen?".
Her gentle voice carried to his ears, "Last night—", she looked away, "when you stayed in the office overnight."
Guilt stab through his chest, and he sighed suddenly feeling unbalanced. "Fine." His wife preened, she had the most beautiful smile, her red hair tied to her left shoulder as it cascaded down to her chest— her dark green eyes shone making him feel better. "When should we—?"
He started but was quickly cut off by the obviously jolly wife.
"I'll book the tickets now! You see—" she started talking in an excitedly, that Akira was too guilt ridden to not say no to everything she said.
Upon arriving to the Bakugo house, they all ran upstairs to Katsuki's room and slept.
Around 12 p.m. they were woken up by the smell of food, made by his parents.
Pork Katsudon with their super special sauce.
Izuku and Sakura cried as they savored every bite, "I am willing to be adopted in order for me to eat this food every now and then Ms. Bakugo", the girl said while chomping the soft yet juicy meat bursting in her mouth.
"HAHAHAH— you could just visit us ya know," she replied a little spray of food falling in front of the side of the kids.
"He-hey, don't table manners honey— don't spit—", the Bakugo patriarch tried to clean it up, but his hand was slapped away lightly.
The mother pouted, "it's my house I have no shame!", as she took in another bite, "besides", she pointed at the non-Bakugo's, "they're like already part of the family after a year of hanging out!." She smiled brightly, her charisma makes you feel welcome as the two kids melt inside— touched.
"Ye-yeah!", Izuku found his voice and agreed vehemently by nodding fast.
Sakura did the victory pose, "I shall be one of the 'Spitfires'," the name slipped from her mouth.
"Spitfire?", the feminine husky voice asked.
The three kids turned to stare at Ms. Bakugo.
Sitting back down, Sakura's body was tense.
Izuku started sweating.
Katsuki's eyes started moving from the kids' side to the adults.
"Gaki," the mother started, if the nervous looking girl could sat up straighter the would along with Izuku.
"Spitfire is a great name, why not consider it instead of 'King Explosion Murder'?" When she said this spit flew from all directions.
The father nodded looking serious, "it really is a fitting name— I mean especially for my wife and son."
"DO YOU WANNA DIE—!" Stated the mom (no questions asked), to her husband.
The trio kept laughing til it hurt, Katsuki was looking murderous over the name but it looked like he was considering it, while Izuku was grinning so much his could probably not feel his cheeks anymore after this.
Sakura thought to herself as she stared at the unfolding scene that the Bakugo's were rough around the edges. Intimidating and yet she knew, when they're acting like this— you should be honored.
As they think you belong enough to show their tough love.
"I'm so full~", the flopped down the couch Katsuki has and turned on the television as they relax from the very entertaining lunch.
"We're all going to Aldera High right?" The blond asked after the beat of silence.
Izuku shifted from the right side of the couch, "I already talked with my mom, she said yes." He then glanced at Sakura, "how about you?", and hit her right arm lightly.
"Huh?", she opened her eyes, "me?", her eyes started observing the ceiling, "I honestly don't know with my mom and dad." She stated.
Both boy became tense and alert, as if something was in danger.
This was noticed by her, and she rolled her eyes due to their antics, and continued as if nothing happened, "don't be so dramatic, I'll still tell them I want to go to Aldera—" she stood up in front of the tv. Izuku now on the left and Katsuki at the right as she stared them down.
"If they don't agree," in which the two simultaneously gasped, "we're all near each others house as if a mere school can separate us." She huffed her nostrils flared as she crossed her arms.
They still looked doubtful, and Sakura went back to her seat right in the middle. She thought it was wise to circle her arms around the two stubborn heads and dragged them down to where her armpits and chest meets.
"Nothing. Can. Separate. Us.", each word she tightened her hold around their necks— it looked like she was the bully and the two were her victims.
They nodded furiously, air supply was cutting off. Satisfied, she finally lessened her hold and they took a breath.
"You are a threat to our lives," Katsuki says after several in takes of air.
She eye rolled, Sakura knew that he was the more dramatic one between the two, "Then your lives were dull before you met me."
"Hah- ," Izuku laughed, "I think our lives wouldn't be the same— remember when Kacchan got stabbed on the nose by the Popsicle?"
"PFFT—, I think a vein popped—-"
"A vein will pop right now— "
"It's a gift that I could heal the popped vein—", Sakura's hand glowed green as she exhaled.
"Yeah, YEAH! You're stuck with us Kacchan!"
He frowned looking murderous he thought of another topic— he was too embarrassed to reply to that, "Remember the time when…" he trailed off.
"When?" Izuku and Sakura asked wondering why he didn't finish that thought.
Katsuki stares at them dumbfounded and pointed at himself, "Why is it like most of the time, it's me getting embarrassed."
"That's because you get embarrassed." The other boy said, he was leaning forward around Sakura's personal space.
"That's because you're an idiot." The girl followed, her face contorted— looking at him as if he was dumb.
"Did you both woke up and chose violence today?" His voice eerily quiet yet each word was enunciated, as his hands sparked to life.
They ran for their lives with their little legs.
'Yeah,' Sakura paused as Katsuki was running after Midoriya, 'they're my idiots', both heads spun to look at her, Izuku running towards her scared— so she could help him and Katsuki still looking murderous but a smile was breaking through the facade.
She walked up the wall, and ended up on the ceiling.
"NO FAIR", she couldn't help but laugh because of their polar opposite reactions and fell as two sets of arms caught her.
Sakura flowers always had five petals, the flowers— meters away from the ground each of its' petals slowly drift down, falling one by one outside the street. They were carried by the wind flowing aimlessly, yet never quite landing near each other.
When Sakura got home, it was almost pass dinner time. At the base of the stairs she carefully placed the gifts she received.
"I'm home!", she shouts as she removed her shoes.
"We're here!" Akira's voice gently said but was loud enough for her to follow, and her mother's laughs were hard to miss.
She arrives in a setting of her two parents, sharing one pot of green tea and a slice of cake.
"Just in time for dessert!", her mother says as she stood up. Sakura gave her a smile, and sat down on her usual seat.
Her father coughed and cleared his throat, "Sakura.." He begun, "your mother and I have been talking—"
"Nani? nani?, you're breaking the news?" Her mother chirped as she placed the pristinely sliced cake in front of Sakura. "Can I be the one to tell her?" She then looked at her husband, pleadingly.
He laughed at his wife's eagerness and nodded, without missing a beat— Ana's head swiveled and her eyes zeroed on her daughter.
"Where's going on a vacation!", she looked so genuinely excited, Sakura thought that the cake this time was too sweet for her taste and pushed it away a little.
"Oh where?", she asked nonchalantly, 'I already feel a cavity forming', thinking to herself as she massaged her left cheek near her molars.
"To America!" This time it was her father who talked.
Pink eyebrows rose in shocked, but was delighted nonetheless. "Oh!", her head moved from her mom to her dad repeatedly which both of her parents cooed.
"You're not joking right?", she says excitement finally bubbling through.
Ana and Akira glanced at each other, the former giddy while the latter smiling, and looked at their daughter who was getting excited—
It was her mom who started, "We're not joking at all honey, to the point that—", she got cut off by her husband.
"Our flight is at 6 a.m. tomorrow." Her dad smiled down at her.
"Eh?", her eyes were still wide— earlier from excitement but not from pure shock. Her mouth was turned upside down, when her mother's phone rang.
"Wait— I'll just take this," she answered, "Hello?" And walked out to their lawn.
She looked at her father and asked a question, "Can I know how long we'll be in America?" Fiddling her thumbs, she had an instinct to bite the nail of her thumb though.
He nervously looked at her but answered his daughter anyway, "For about the whole..", Akira's eyes glanced at his wife talking outside and looked back down, "summer I think."
Akira is a lawyer and all, he could lie through clenched teeth and prided himself for being a damn good liar at times.
But at least he had his values— he can't lie to save a life towards his family.
More so to his daughter.
Sakura calculated it after counting using her fingers, her mother already came back from the call, "That's like for one whole month!", she didn't know what to feel— there was excitement of course but—
"Yes Sakura! You need to pack the essentials right now—"
"But I have to say good bye to Izuku and Tsuki—" she frantically says, but was completely cut off by her mother.
"Sakura you already had your fun," she says in a kind understanding voice, "for the whole year in fact— at least give us this time," Ana held her husband's hand, "I suggest you should go pack now it's 10pm already—"
"Mooom I have to at least tell them," she says as she tried to get out from her seat.
"One month couldn't make you disappear in their lives sweetheart," her mother's voice was kind but as Sakura looked up her eyes were cold, no questions asked.
Before she could retort, her father sighed, "Sakura just give us this one, we already rearranged our schedule to have family time." He gave her a smile, "just go pack okay? We need to leave the house by 3 a.m."
Sakura always knew she was a daddy's girl.
She pouted, "fineee", and headed upstairs. Her mother squealed with glee, while Akira smiled— excited.
When Sakura opened her room, she noticed that all of her items were actually already were laid out— all she had to do was to place it inside the luggage.
With a heavy heart, she started sorting through her tops, then her bottoms, her dresses and it continued up until her shoes.
'I don't have a computer nor a phone', she thought as she was finally finishing her items, ' how the hell am I supposed to send a message?', grunting out of carrying everything.
'clo—' , it whispered.
'Huh it's been awhile!', Sakura replies shocked but welcomed it.
'clon—'
'Clown?', she was now staring at the space and making faces wondering what the hell it was saying.
'CLO—', it tried to say, Sakura's arms thrummed suddenly unused chakra shot up through it— but the voice was unheard, uncompleted by 'it' as her thoughts were interrupted by her mother emerging from the door.
"Sakura honey?", her voice pleasant, "are you done packing?", she asked. Deep green forest eyes found her daughter sitting on the floor with the luggage open, the clothes all neatly folded.
"Y—yeah almost mom." Sakura smiled up to her, and started fixing her items.
"Good, I'll finish ours also," she started walking out the door, "Just call us when you're ready to bring it down." And left the door open.
Shrugging off the feeling that it gave her, the little girl tried to talk to 'it'—
'Hey are you there?', she asked as she got her favorite sleeping t-shirt that the trio mutually had.
'Hello? I need help over here?', she tried once more as she got her toiletries from the bathroom.
A few more minutes, she was finally done and flopped on the wooden floor.
'Mhhm', contemplated as she was resting near her bed and the side table, 'I mean it's just a month and I'll come back right?', her head twisted and green eyes landed on a picture frame.
But inside it was a Wonderful drawing— not completely free from the crumples but it was amazing art for her.
She rolled to the side table, and sat up abruptly to be eye level on the frame. Strangely enough, even though she knew that she'll come back to this place— instead of placing it inside the luggage put it inside the bag that Katsuki gave her this morning.
The strap she just noticed, had a small narrow pouch on it— 2 inches wide while 10 inches deep, there was a button to hold it down. When she shifted it's position, tilting it to the side she heard something.
Out of curiosity, she opened it and tilted it sideways one more time—
An anklet fell through, with little violet (almost lavender as it catches the light) diamonds going around it. The gold thin chain had proper spacing, 8 (probably fake) diamonds in total completing the look.
"Tsuki—", her eyes watered but she blinked away the tears.
"I'll definitely say thank you when I come back." She stated to herself, placing the anklet back at the small pouch, it might get in the way when she travels and— too afraid to lose it.
Before she could forget, she got Izuku's gift also and placed it inside the bag.
"Moom! Daad! I'm ready!", she was planning to flop down the bed at least to get some sleep when her mom came in.
"Ah-", she says, "Sakura you can sleep during the flight! It's 12 a.m. now I think it's better to get ready and head straight to the airport!", grabbing the hard encased luggage upright— and rolling it out.
The little girl huffed and looked out the window, suddenly feeling down, then her eyes roamed around her room— noticing that it was nearly empty. Frowning at this, she heard her father shout out her name and telling her to go down.
Her little feet padded on the cold wooden floor, giving the room one last look— her heart twinged and closed the door behind her.
Author's note:
Hi to anyone reading this!
It's hard to update here honestly, I spent 15 minutes to literally place a a simple line break " -" like that to show that a certain scenes time or cut wasn't that far. But noOooOO, eh oh well.
This is chapter 11? I'll try to post each chapter everyday instead of like by bulk because doing that drained me idk why.
I post everyday on ao3, except when I'm really really busy. But yeah.
Also more author's notes there regarding the writing, pacing, explanation, and stuff.
Take care!