The train rattled on wile Midoriya was guided to his seat. The train was meant for carrying cargo such as frozen foods and cattle so it both smelled like a dumpster and was freezing. The "seats" were made of old wood because no one could be bothered to get anything descents quality anymore. His wrists were bound together so he wouldn't resist entering the train. He sat on the rickety bench and held on to the bottom of the bench with both hands so he wouldn't fall over.
It was pathetic, really. I mean, Izuku Midoriya in the military?! It seemed surreal to him...
The train dotted with passengers that, biased off their posters, were equally as miserable as he was. Bakugou was being dragged along by a guard. He had refused to enter the train on his own free will. They had to drag him from his home...
'It's 3:00 in the morning on a Monday! What were you expecting me to act like!?' He thought to himself angrily.
He was basically thrown onto the bench that made a distinct creaking sound on impact. Once he managed to sit up he looked across from him towards the person on the other bench. He could feel their eyes burning into his sole trying to determine who he was. They had numbers on their uniforms for identification. They had to ware something different for the train ride. This made it so even if the new each other they wouldn't know it... kept them from talking...usually...
Bakugou, despite direct orders not to move from his seat made his way over the the passenger across from him. He plopped down like there wasn't a high probability of the bench breaking under his wait already. (The bench is incredibly old and should have been replace years earlier)
He turned his head towards the passenger, examining him closer to see if there was anything recognizable about him. The roots of his hair... wile very slight, there was a tint of green before it transitioned to the cookie-cutter brown everyone had. They haven't made him die it yet this month apparently...
Suddenly he understood hew he was sitting next to. Izuku Midoriya... his best friends...
He didn't make an attempt at conversation because, well, can you imagine how that would go?
"Hey it's been 11 years since we actually had a conversation and we'll probably die in battle so we should speak know or forever hold our peace!" ...No... that just wouldn't do.
Eventually they both seemed to have fallen asleep... the nightmare hasn't even begun yet and they both already want to wake up...