Massive corridors that branched in all directions so that after a certain wandering they could lead to a certain one room, which all employees of the building knew were quiet today. Usually noisy during the school year, they were empty now, showing that the time had just come for students to have their lessons.
Just today, but also now, while sipping quietly tea in his office, where the walls were cream-colored, if you took a closer look you could see a little creature that had just finished talking through his phone.
Smiling, the person only took another sip of their favorite drink, only to look at the watch on the wall after doing so, knowing that the time would come soon. So as he stepped back, relaxing in his black leather armchair, he swung his tail excitedly and, staring out the window, relaxed his muscles.
All he had to do now was just patiently wait, and see if he made the right decision, as he hoped in near future.
"Finally, break time!" Shouted the brown-haired teenager, just so he could disappear from his place next to his job partner, who from all this time was the one behind the steering wheel of their old heap, and in mere seconds direct his next steps inside the store.
Sighing, Rook stood at the gas station they decided to stop at, to refill their transport as well, to make sure it didn't stop halfway through their final route. When he finished, he only closed the entrance, into which he had just poured a mixture of special liquids, and looking towards the front door of the store, he saw his partner coming out of it.
"They didn't have fries, so I had to get hot dogs..." Muttered the shorter one, somewhat dissatisfied, to throw at the same time to the other a bottle of water with a little energy drink can, so after doing this he could watch him open the can first to take a sip. He won't hide it, but the discontent and disgust on the face of the taller kind of amused him, so he waited for his next words.
"I don't understand how you people can drink it, it tastes awful." Muttered while feeling his increasing dissatisfaction, and stretching his tongue slightly forward, only by tilting the held object to drink the last remnants of it.
Ben himself, laughing at his companion's reaction, only opened his own metal can he had purchased to take a sip of it himself, feeling the peach flavor hit his taste buds. The drink might not have been ambrosia in any way, but if it was to keep him conscious in the car for the next few hours, he would endure its aftertaste.
Coughing, taking emptied can from the older teenager, he quickly and nimbly tossed it into the bin next to them, to give the other hot dog he had been holding in his hand after doing so. It didn't take long until they finished their meal together, wiping away any dirty spots on theirs face with the included handkerchief.
"How long 'till we get to our destination?" The brunet asked, looking at the other boy, thus slightly raising his eyebrow. In response, he didn't get the immediate answer he had expected, but instead only a slightly tired expression on Revonnahgander's face.
He knew that the older was as tired as him, but he still had the luxury to fall asleep while the other constantly drove, sometimes even for very long periods of time.
"An hour, two, maybe even an hour and a half if it goes well." Said his friend, snapping him from his thoughts, only to yawn immediately after saying these words, while covering his mouth with his free hand.
"Give me the keys, I'll drive." He muttered, stretching his hand towards the other, waiting only for the handing over of said item.
Now Rook was the one to raise his own eyebrow, so only not even a few seconds later he could immediately answer.
"You don't have to Ben, I'll wait awhile until this so-called energy drink starts working. We don't have that much road ahead of us." Waving his hand to the sides, he put the bottle of water that had been given to him in it, so that he could pull out the keys to the RV himself and throw the empty fuel bag into the bin next to him.
"Come on, Rook, I can see how you have your eyes barely open! Give me the keys, nothing will happen to me if I'll ride for these few hours." He said, and without expressing any emotions on his face, he moved his hand from side to side, waiting for the keys.
He didn't know what forced the taller of them to submit so quickly in this matter. Maybe it was fatigue, maybe the vision of rest after a few hours of driving finally spoken to him, but one thing was certain - Ben did his job. He had to hold back the smile on his lips that started to appear on his face when he got what he wanted in his hands.
"Get in, there's a place in the back for you to lie down." He said shortly and, without even waiting for the answer from the other, watched as the older one of them headed in the backward part of the Rusty Bucket, only to lie down on the unfolded armchairs that were there.
Ben himself, on the other hand, sighing with relief that his partner had allowed himself to rest, got behind the steering wheel. Tilting the mirror to his liking, so he could see the back of the road as much as possible, he turned on the navigation and, taking a deep breath, put the keys in the ignition switch to push the clutch and get back onto the road, so he could continue their journey.
"We're on our destination." said Rook, who decided to wake up during the last few miles they had to ride through.
"Yeah..." Ben nodded at his words, to look up at the building that stood in front of them while he was busy parking their RV.
The building itself was huge, Ben could have sworn that he has never seen anything so big on his planet (Other than some alien bases, but did they even count?), but as you can see, fate likes to arrange different scenarios.
The large rooms of the building, including all the glass-covered walls that gave a view of the entire scenery around them, shone in the sunlight that cast its beam on them.
"This is where someone is supposed to meet us." Muttered Ben only to look at his partner (Who meanwhile he was deep in thought decided to get our of Rusty Bucket), to see how he approached some kind of communicator that was on the side of the gate.
At first (Unsurprisingly) nothing happened. Looking at the other teenager, the shorter only shrugged his shoulders to lean out from behind the open side window and say.
"Someone will come, or should we somehow magically call them?" He asked with a clearly audible sneer in his voice, only to let the older one answer him again with a thoughtful look.
"Magister Max said to them, we would arrive today... Maybe they weren't expecting us so soon?" He asked hesitantly, looking at the device, on which only now he noticed was the entrance to some sort of card, which was supposed to give the possibility of scanning it.
"They should have foreseen that we will arrive sooner or later, not our fault." Muttered somewhat grumpy brunet, from which facial expression it was clearly visible that all he wanted now was a warm bath and the possibility of lying on something comfortable to fall asleep.
"Let's wait, someone for sure will come." The boy with navy blue fur answered, thus also walking away from the gate and looking towards the side entrance, which suddenly caught his eye.
When he was about to approach it, he noticed how these suddenly opened and through them walked... A plush toy? Revonnahgander really didn't know if he was starting to hallucinate due to not getting enough sleep, or it was just his imagination.
"Welcome, welcome!" Oh... It talks! He thought, just without moving even from the spot, to turn his head to the side to look at the other teenager. Ben, on the other hand, had a rather strange expression on his face, as if trying to understand what was just going on before them, but also the one that was trying to find out if they had really come to a good place.
"He.. llo...?" Asked the boy standing uncertainly in front of the apparently speaking animal, this time to unite their gazes.
"Nice to meet you, you must be the heroes who were about to be sent from the States!" His voice was quite energetic, you could even say very much. And when Rook himself, confused, was in the process of trying to understand the situation he was in, the man in front of him (as he deduced from his voice!) extended his huge fluffy hand to him. "Rook Blonko and Benjamin Kirby Tennyson, right?"
Taking his hand (Though could he call it a hand?) to his own, he felt only the strong grip of the other, which quickly was taken back. But he didn't have to turn around to know that his partner was wearing a scowl, only to make a sound of resignation shortly after thinking so.
"Greeeeeeat, they got our files." Grunted clearly dissatisfied teen, to add shortly later. "Again, they will know everything about me, even where I put my socks!" He shouted, bringing his hands up in front of him just to glare at the two that were standing beside the RV, which he was still sitting in, on the driver seat.
The loud laugh that sounded after his speech, which was soon joined by the waving of the now free hands of the mouse (?), was quickly chased away by his words.
"I'm afraid I won't know where you put your socks until you tell me this yourself." The keen look he gave them showed so much and so little, at the same time, about what they might expect from his person. But before any of them could ask if, and in the case of the younger one, to tell back the man standing in front of them, he finished. "I am the director of this school, you can call me Nezu!"
Okay. This... This was not what they expected.
"What?" Asked Ben, staring in disbelief at the figure who had just said he was the brain behind the whole reason why they were here, and in this place.
"Yes, Exactly!" Puffing his chest proudly, pointing at the same time to the school campus that was behind him, he beamed at them again. "Our school is known for producing some of the world's best heroes!"
"A bit like America, it sounds like some of our schools..." The boy muttered, to which Blonko only nodded, remembering that in fact, in their country, where they usually used to work, there were also places that were known for their high level of education.
"Can we enter the school grounds?" Rook asked, glancing at their interlocutor.
"Naturally! But before you do that, here!" Nezu said, while at the same time handing the boy two cards and some kind of sticker with a special barcode painted black on a creamy white color background.
"What's this for?" Slipped Ben, who had been watching the mutual exchange between the two of them the whole time.
"The ones with your names qualify to enter the school grounds! We have a security system that doesn't allow anyone other than the students and the teachers to pass through the gate." As he spoke, he pointed to the closed entrance to continue. "The sticker, however, should be applied to your car so that it is not treated as some undesirable object by security."
Nodding at the words of the shortest of the three, Ben didn't have to wait long for the taller teen to hand him through the open window his ID card with his picture on it and, as he suspected, the Japanese data he saw in English.
Hearing the characteristic tapping on the side of the RV, looking in the mirror he could see how Revonnahgander was making sure that the sticker would not come off, and when he did, he nodded his head to Ben, thus informing him that he could drive through the gate.
Firing up the previously turned off RV, seeing how the gate in front of it begins to open, he only pressed the clutch and shifted the gear, and after pressing the gas pedal, he drove through the now open gate.
Parking in a free place, where the Rusty Bucket itself would not be immediately in view, but also not completely hidden from it, closing all open windows, he got out of the car to see how the previously left two approached him.
"Catch." He said, throwing keys to a taller teen, who was confused at first, but later understood the situation and caught the object with ease. "When will we discuss the terms of the contract in more detail?" He said, tucking his hands into pockets in his sweatshirt.
"We'll do it when you rest! At the moment, you will be introduced to our teachers so that possible negotiations will take place in a more pleasant atmosphere!"
Somehow, I don't believe in this so-called positive atmosphere... Only such a thought ran through the head of the brunet, but he didn't have the slightest strength to say it aloud. Instead, just relaxing his arms, he crossed his gaze with the taller teen.
"Whatever, if that's so just let's go meet them already." Scratching his neck, he sighed deeply and, closing his eyes slightly, he waited for even the slightest movement from the other. As it was easy to guess, he didn't have to wait long for any, because almost immediately the director of this place showed them with a gesture of his paw that they should follow him.
So, following his figure, they didn't have to wait long until they found themselves in the school they had been driving to for all this time.
"I've seen a strange van today through the window, which was in front of school..." Izuku suddenly said to get in response from his friends with whom he had just eaten his lunch in the school cafeteria only a kind of puzzled look.
"What do you mean?" Ochaco asked, snapping him out of his thoughts, looking at him with eyes that said she wanted to know more about what he was just saying.
"Maybe there were some Pro heroes inside it?" Said Iida only to add later after grabbing his chin. "But it would not make any sense, why in a place with a lot of heroes invite another one?"
"Maybe they invited someone to a lesson?" A girl with chubby cheeks interjected, drawing the attention of the boys gathered at the table to herself.
Midoriya, on the other hand, didn't know what to think about it. On the one hand, he allegedly was of the opinion that if Yuuei were to invite other heroes, they - Students of this high school would rather be informed. On the other hand, looking at the fact that the school he attended liked to surprise his students with unpredictability, even that sometimes was hard to believe for him.
"I... Don't think so..." He said suddenly, interrupting the discussion of the two that had arisen before him. "There was something written on it, but in English. Unfortunately, it was parked on a strange side of the parking in school, so I didn't get a chance to read it..." Sighing only at the misfortune that happened to him, he looked at the two. "Is it possible that we will get a new teacher?"
"Hmm..." The girl muttered and, directing her gaze somewhere to the side, she bit her insides of cheek to answer the question her friend asked. "That's possible. Did you see who got off out this van?"
"Yeah, and here's the point, where it starts to get weird..."
"Weird?" Asked Iida who during their conversation together decided to finish his own meal.
"There was no hero we knew from behind the steering wheel, but... I think it was a teenager?" he said shortly, trying to recall any specific details about this mysterious discussed person dress code he could add. "He didn't seem like a hero to me, at least not one from Japan."
"Foreigner?" Iida asked again.
"Maybe."
After that, the pleasant silence fell between the three friends. Each of them was lost in their own thoughts, trying to draw their own conclusions from the information given to them.
"It seems to me that if it is a new teacher, we would be informed about it." Ochaco, expressing her opinion, at the same time took a bite of the meal prepared by Lunch Rush, only to be able to feel satisfaction after a while munching the rice, which in her opinion was perfectly cooked.
"There is nothing we can do but wait." Iida replied so that there would be silence again between them.
They didn't yet know, however, that the future of U.A. would soon remain in the hands of the two newly arrived heroes, who were now in the headmaster's office, discussing their terms of being here.
Henlo!
Okay, I've just wanted to say two things.
First of all, I'm sorry you've got to wait so long for the next chapter!
I couldn't find motivation to write it-
And here, we go to the another dilemma - Please, please don't tell me how should I write this story.
As much as I love every prompts and ideas you're giving me - I'm not obligated to include them in this story.
This story is mine and what I am doing is projecting my ideas onto pages of words, which you can read after I do so.
Again - Please understand that I've got my fine part of plot planned already, and I want to follow it.
Hope you understand, sorry for any spelling or grammar mistakes!
I'm working on finding a program which would help me with these kind of issues.
Have a nice day and remember to stay hydrated!
~ Beware, Haven!