Izuku:

It's been two years since I had left the country. My mom and dad had died in a villain attack, so I left to live with my uncle in Australia. I had learned to surf, skateboard and made a few friends. My uncle was my father's brother. My mom was an only child like me, and her parents had already died in a plane crash before I was born so I never really got to meet them. My father's parents ignored him because he was the rebel child in his family and didn't talk to him for his whole life. My father and Uncle never really talked but they only saw each other rarely and when they did, it was a huge party. My mother never liked parties but rare to see her party. When my parents died, I had no one and he had reached out and taken me under his wing.

I left without any further notice. I told no one. Not even Kacchan. He wasn't my friend anyway. Uraraka would probably miss me.

When I got there, he already had my bedroom set up. He had done research on me and realized I was training to become a pro hero at UA high-school. He was so happy to learn that I hadn't been lazy like my father all the time when he was younger.

I didn't really care what he had to say for a couple of weeks. He noticed that and tried to become closer but I locked myself in my room for three days. It wasn't until one day he barged in with his quirk, "Transform," did he drag my ass out of my room and locked me out of the house for the entire day.

That was the day I had went to the beach and met a girl my age. Angela. She had the most pretty blonde hair, green eyes and the perfect personality. We linked instantly and came closer every day. My uncle and Angela was the main reason I dragged my sorry ass out of bed.

It wasn't until Angela had brought me to her group of friends. They taught me how to surf, sing, skateboard, fashion and many other things. I blame them for making me what they thought was "cool."

I felt at home. But I missed my home. After a year, I had forgotten my life back in Japan. I forgot that I had a major crush on Kaksuki. I forgot about my friends. I forgot who I was. I was happy again and I didn't want to go back until I had heard All Might was sick.

And he was dying.

"So you're really going home kiddo?" My uncle's gruff voice sighed.

When I looked up, my uncle's sharp blue eyes pierced into mine. I could tell he was going to miss me. I laughed and clinked my trunk closed, snapping noises echoing in my head. "Yep," I sighed and stood up straight, hosting my trunk upwards and off the bed. I turned towards him and smiled. "I'll be back soon,"

Scoffing, he crossed his arms and looked down at the suitcase. "You must really care about the number one hero," he muttered, his eyes flickering to mine. He looked tired.

I smiled grimly and nodded, walking up to him and hugging him. "You know no one can replace you. You're my second father figure,"

He suddenly burst out laughing and hugged me back, slapping my chest a couple of times. "Damn right!" He grinned and pulled back, nodding towards the car. "C'mon I'm giving you a small gift to always remind you of me,"

Rolling my eyes I knew this had to be good. My uncle never gave out gifts and if he did, it was something good. Walking behind him, I closed my door behind me and walked out of the beach cabin, seeing the car on and running. I stopped and turned towards him, raising an eyebrow. "There's nothing but your care." My uncle rolled his eyes and grabbed my ear and pulled me forwards. I laughed with him as he let go and put my trunk in the back. It was sad seeing him like this, but I was grateful for his gift. I knew he cared a great deal about me.

"What do you think I'm giving you?" He cackled. He hopped in the passenger seat. "C'mon get in! I want to get back here as soon as possible!"

Jaw dropped, I blinked a few times before gulping and getting in the driver's seat.

I had to leave.

All Might was dying...

Sighing I closed my door, five trunks in the kitchen and a dozen of boxes set scattered on the floor. I closed my eyes and heaved in a big breath, shuddering our a shaky breath. This was it. I was back.

And I hated every bit of it.

Pushing myself off the door, I turned in the lights and squinted. By the time we had come to my old house, it had been last nightfall and around midnight. It had been a long drive and we almost considered going into a motel but my uncle offered to dive and knowing my Uncle, I knew he wouldn't budge. He was stubborn like that.

Looking around, my heart aches as I looked around my house after two years. Nothing had really changed. Everything was clean and surprisingly nothing was dirty. There was no mail and when I looked into my mother's old room, I realized that someone had changed it.

Someone was living here?