Our place is your basic suburban double level. An iron gate, a little greenery behind the walls, small balcony on the top level, and a foor or two of space between my house and the next door neighbors'. Mom and Dad get lots of noise complaints for practicing late into the night from the neighbors, but what else are they gonna do? Dad did his best to soundproof the basement and the walls.

If they let me into dorms, will I be unable to practice?

I kept wondering that kinda stuff throughout the day while we waited for the teachers to arrive. How will this be different once I'm in the dorms? At breakfast, I wondered what kinda food we'd be dealing with. If we'd have to get our own. Mom and Dad always do the grocery shopping. Damn, I'm probably as helpless as Yaomomo when it comes to that kinda thing. Or is she? I've never asked her if she knows groceries...

Same thing about the stuff in my bedroom. What would fit? What would bee too much to take? Should I just figure on leaving it all behind? I thought that kinda stuff. Somehow being about to leave made everything seem so much more important than it had seemed before.

It was early afternoon when they came. Mr. Aizawa, and All Might. Though if you'd told 'one week ago' me that these two guys were Aizawa-sensei and All Might, she'd have looked at you like you were nuts. "That weird skeleton dude and that slickly dressed, well-groomed man? No way is that our muscle-man and scruffy teachers. What've you been drinking?"

But that's how things were now. The whole world turned upside down. All Might-sensei was still wearing braces on his arms, those arms he'd broken up during the fight...broken a couple times, actually...like Midoriya does...

I remembered Yaomomo's little theory, but it wouldn't do to dwell on it right now. It wasn't like I could ask All Might about it.

Mr. Aizawa still had nicely combed hair, was clean-shaven, and well-dressed. It was easier to notice the old scars on his face now, the ones he'd gotten at the USJ the last time villains attacked us. But he carried it off well, and looked super-professional, nothing like he usually did.

"Come in, sirs," said Dad, trying hard to sound super professional himself. I tried not to giggle. Dad trying to talk super stiff and formal was about as silly as seeing Mr. Aizawa in a suit.

"We're very honored to have you here," said Mom, who was pretty much the same as dad in that way, but a bit more easygoing about it. We headed to the living room, and I noticed Mr. Aizawa looking at all our family records on the walls, the giant stereo, and collection of specialty guitars lining the walls. I tried not to feel embarassed; after all, I'm proud of my parents' music, even if it's got nothing to do with my hero career. But I didn't like the idea of Sensei judging me for such a useless hobby...'completely irrational; how is something like music going to contribute to being a great hero', he'd say, something like that.

There they were, my folks and my teachers, and Mom said, "Kyoka, would you mind getting us some tea?"

I nodded and headed to the kitchen - thanks to my quirk, of course, I could still hear everything they said.

"Have you received the notice in the mail, Mr. Jirou? About our new student dormitory?" said Mr. Aizawa

"Sure did. So? What's it all about? Sir?" he added quickly.

I smirked a little again while I started fixing the tea - green blend, the type Yaomomo had told me was 'good for greeting guests and putting them at ease'.

"We were hoping to get your permission to move your daughter Kyoka into the student dormitory. We have decided to implement this system in order to allow the students to live closer to the school and better facilitate theory learning experience..."

"Hm, I can't rock with this," said Dad, sounding tough and strict for no reason. "She may be getting better, but moving hte kids into dorms isn't gonna change the fact that my daughter was injured. Under your supervision. And now you're talking about dorms like nothing happened?"

"I very much understand your concerns, Mr. Jirou," said Aizawa sensei. "However, we too, after coming to realize the self-conceit, foolish pride, and negligence which were unconsciously sprouting within us, are now reconsidering our ways, and what we are able to do to mitigate any and all risks. I beg of you, just once more, can you place your trust in us and allow us to take your daughter into our care? I promise, on my status as a hero, and an educator, that I will raise Ms. Kyoka into a splendid hero..."

I had to interrupt him then. I hurried in with the tea and interrupted, "Whoa, no need to beg, Mr. Aizawa! We decided what we were gonna do right after we got the notice in the mail." I joined them and handed out tea. "You should've heard my old man during All Might's fight. HE was totally beside himself, he was all like 'Hell yeah, with this awesome dude teaching my daughter, she'll be as awesome as Brian the sun!"

Dad went a little red and yelled at me, "Kyoka, come on! I was trying to act all sstrict and stuff for these dudes!"

"Just cut it out already, old man," I grinned back at him.

"Stop making such a racket, you two!" Mom called at us. "This ain't no punk family!"

Mr. Aizawa looked a little surprised, and All Might pretty touched. Teh latter said, "It will truly be an honor to do so, Mr. Jirou. UA will do everything we can to help Kyoka achieve her dream."

Mom nodded and Dad tried not to tear up. "Thanks, Mr. All Might sir," said Dad, and he almost bowed a little, which was a little embrassing but necessary. I went along with them, and our teachers drank my tea and stayed to answer some more questions about the dorms for just a few more minutes, before taking off - apparently off to the next person in class. Bakugou, I think. Him, Midoriya, and Todoroki all live in the same prefecture we do.

Afterwards, while I cleaned up, Mom asked me "You feeling good about this, Kyoka? The dorm rooms?"

"Well," I said, scrubbing the dish quietly, "It's gonna be different. And I'll miss you guys."

"We'll miss you too!" she cried, smiling. "Make sure to call us all the time."

"Of course. I'll bug you guys so much you'll get sick of me."

She splashed me a little, and Dad joined us to start gushing a bit about All Might. I tried not to let it show, but this little silly day with my parents...it felt kinda nostalgic, honestly. The sorta thing that wasn't gonna last, now that everything had changed...

Author's note: No new chapter next week, I'm taking a tech break. AFter Christmas though I should be back!