The metal crunched underneath the silver bumper of the sedan.
Izuku Midoriya gasped as the vehicle lurched to a halt, partly from his slamming his breaks so hard he broke the lever on the floorboard. Part of the holt due to the fact that he just ran into the car in front of him.
The alarm blared on the parked car as Izuku flung open the door. This early in the day, the alarm was sure to wake up almost everybody. He hurried over and flung open the hood of the ink-black Corolla and dug around the metal parts for the alarm horn. Seeing it underneath the shining muffler, he yanked it out and silenced the vehicle.
Slamming the hood shut, Izuku noticed the thin layer of amber pollen that coated the new paint.
Surprisingly, little had changed with the Number One Pro-Hero in Japan's appearance. He still had the same tuft of green hair and shimmering, almost innocent green eyes. Sure, he had a growth spurt of about three inches, but he was mainly the same otherwise. The slightest hint of a stubble tickled his short chin, but he still saw the same first-year student at U.A. High in the mirror. Even his hero costume was virtually unchanged, the teal fabric stretched out from muscle growth.
"Kacchan is going to kill me," he said to himself. He slumped his shoulders and breathed out a deep sigh of the muggy, early morning air. The sun had just poked over the Hollywood Hills as a few joggers gave curious looks over to the man in what was, to them, a strange jumpsuit. A few birds chirped about in the palm trees that lined the street outside; a sight obscured by the copper fence that encircled his new home in America. The small split-level home behind him had a bright glass frame with a breathtaking view of the city beneath them. An expensive house, but one that the school was more than happy to pay.
"Deku!" A scream ruptured the calm reverie from a window overlooking the driveway. "You crashed into my car!"
Hopefully, they also paid for new cars.
"Kacchan! I thought I was in reverse. I'm sorry," Izuku shouted.
Ironically, even less had changed physically from the bleach-blonde bombshell that raged from the second story window. His hair remained the same unkempt blast that seemed to frizz up with any sort of provocation. His voice was slightly deeper, but his frame and height remained closed to the same. If anything, Izuku was just a hair taller now to Bakugou's ever-lasting chagrin.
He raised up a fist and clenched it, short spurts of fire popping out of his grip.
"You don't even have your California license yet you useless nerd!"
"I just wanted to practice. And we only have a few hours until classes start anyway. You need to get ready."
"Why couldn't you just wait for me?" He screamed.
"Hey, you all! Yeah, you over there!" A shrill voice shouted.
The two of them stopped arguing and shifted their gazes towards the front entrance to the concrete driveway. A portly, balding man in bulging white tracksuit had his hadns on his hips and shouted from the other side of the fence. "You two shut up! You're ruining my morning walk."
"You shut up you useless extra," Bakugou shouted at the pedestrian. "You're not doing anything with your life anyway."
"Just because you're a hero you think you could make this much noise? My cat's probably at home scared because of you," The random man screamed in a thick Brooklyn accent.
"He should be scared because I'm going to incinerate his owner to a crisp," Bakugou yelled.
Izuku could only sigh and shake his head. Not even two days into their move to America, and Kacchan was already making enemies of the people. Being roommates was going to be the least of his problems over this school year.
"I'm going to call the police and file a noise complaint," The old man said as he waddled away. "And here, I moved to get away from Pro-Heroes," he muttered to himself.
"Tch. Whatever," Bakugou said. He rubbed his bare shoulder and warmed it up from the crispy early autumn air. "I'm getting dressed," he said to Izuku. "You're glad that today is the first day otherwise I'd decapitate you."
Bakugou tisked as he disappeared from the windowsill.
Izuku trudged over to the fence. He pushed open the barrier and slipped through the hole in the middle. With all his supplies in his backpack, he strolled down the hill towards the bus stop at the corner.
The bus in Los Angeles was not terrible, Izuku thought to himself as he rested his head on the cool window.
The blinking lights of Sunset Boulevard zoomed past him like fireflies as he observed the strange sights. He had never visited, so seeing the Hollywood sign and the Walk Of Fame were exciting to him. As they stopped at an intersection, he perked up at one of the sights. Blinking, he almost had to slap himself as he noticed a tall, muscular silhouette in a very patriotic red and blue costume.
"Never fear. I am here!"
Izuku couldn't hear the voice through the glass, but he saw the imposter's lips move as he posed to take another picture. The cheap All-Might wig blew lopsided in the morning breeze. His fake golden gauntlets were ragged and reeked of mud stains and damp paint that covered the store-bought velvet cloth. It also did not help that the man pretending to be All-Might appeared to be a man of Indian descent.
After the photo, the family of tourists threw a few dollars his way, and he went on to be a fake All-Might down the sidewalk.
As the bus rumbled onward, Izuku had to blink away a salty dampness from his eyes. It felt like forever since he was last able to see All-Might; a pleasure he would never receive again. He liked to think that he would be so proud of his decision to spend a year teaching at the newest and biggest hero school in America, possibly the world.
It wasn't a light decision. Being the number one hero in Japan two years in a row was tough to give up, but Midoriya could care less about money or product placements or fame. As he stared down at the contract thrown onto his desk a month ago, he knew he had a responsibility to save and help others. His agency all thought he was crazy, but he knew his former classmates would keep the peace. Worst case scenario, he was a phone call and a plane ride away to save the day.
He knew All-Might would have wanted him to pass on his knowledge at some point. Izuku smiled as he brushed away a tear as the palm trees races pass the bus. The sun now fully elevated over the Los Angeles sky, the blue canvas draping the city seemed clean, almost inviting as he rode further to his new job.
He knew he wouldn't be perfect. As Izuku brushed a piece of lint off his shoulder, he smiled. Now was his time to pay back All Might once and for all.
"Damn Deku. Ruining my life as usual."
Katsuki Bakugou was somebody who did not want to teach kids.
He was in his prime! He was on his way to the top! He had no need to babysit a bunch of foreign runts that wouldn't even impact his daily life when he returned to his home.
As he rode in the back of his ordered cab, he looked down at the list of students and the curriculum he would teach for the year. He thought it was so juvenile; a new school that couldn't get students on their own merit so they had to advertise that they would be teaching.
Sure enough, the moment he and Deku landed at the airport, throngs of fans cheered and bobbed signs of adoration up and down. Reporters rushed down the walkway as they hustled through the terminal to escape into their rental cars. Sure, Japan had its share of Otaku weirdos, but he didn't know all of America was that way! The entire drive home, the chauffeur was pounding them with questions about their new teaching job. Bakugou nearly blew up the car if Deku wasn't so kind as to answer every freaking question.
"You're one of those new hero guys, aren't you?" The cab driver said as she wheeled around a sharp corner.
Bakugou grunted as he adjusted the grenade gauntlets on his costume. "You saw us on the news?"
The older lady chuckled. "I live in the apartments down the street. All those fans found out pretty fast where you all lived. Thank God for security, right?"
"I guess."
He remembered when Deku came up to him and broached the idea. They had just nabbed a bunch of goons that robbed a liquor store in Shibuya. As they were booked at the dingy police kiosk, Deku mentioned that he had been approached for a very lucrative teaching contract.
One year. California.
Bakugou spat at the ground and shouted that he would not dream of ever having to teach a dog how to sit, let alone a whole class of students. Not to mention, he was certain that he would be the Number One Pro Hero this year. He would've been Number One sooner, but his heroic actions resulted in many property damage claims at his agency.
Which is exactly why he needed to take this job. Apparently, insurance only covers "negligent or incidental damage" and toppling a ten-story building on top of a villain was considered "purposeful."
To his credit, Bakugou thought to himself as he ground his teeth, he made sure no civilians were in the building.
So sure. One year. A paycheck to pay his dues, and he was free to become the greatest hero of all time.
Bam!
Bakugou hit his head on the back of the seat in front of him as the seat belt jabbed into his chest. He roared as he patted his head; a loud honking assaulted his ears.
"Sorry, hun," the lady in front said. "Traffic jam. 405 in the early morning."
Bakugou looked around at the sea of frozen cars honking and flickering lights. A commuter next to him sipped on coffee as he tapped on his steering wheel. This traffic was normal.
With a slight chill down his back, Bakugou peered at the clock on the taxi dashboard. He was already late.
"What are you doing," The cab driver asked.
Bakugou growled as he kicked open the door of the taxi. Unbuckling himself, he stepped out onto the highway and tried to distance himself from the cars surrounding him. He felt awkward with people staring at him, but he had to shake off the nerves; it's not like they were going to see him again after this. He gazed over at the cab driver. Standing a safe enough distance, he opened his muscular arms up and threw them down at the ground.
"Sorry about the scorch marks," Bakugou said.
The cab driver raised an eyebrow. "What scor-."
Bakugou thrusted his hands down. In a controlled blast, the cannons of flames rushed out and smashed the asphalt below. The cars around him vibrated as the highway quaked underneath. Like a rocket ship, Bakugou launched himself up and thrusted himself into the sky. Pillowing smoke wafted over the highway as flew above the fray of cars towards his new school.
He disappeared into the sky, and the cab driver got out of the car. She rushed over to the back of the cab, and she shook her head in disapproval. The entire trunk was covered in black soot and short streaks of flame that disappeared into scorch marks.
"Pro-Heroes," she said to herself. "And he didn't even pay for the ride."
Here we are folks! Another prologue chapter for you all. Deku and Kacchan try to get used to each other and morning traffic. Good luck!
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