CHAPTER 5: The Chapter Where Izuku Gets The House With The White Picket Fence

Their new house was a two story cottage with a garden and it was surrounded by a white picket fence.

Izuku stared at the house in confusion, then at Giran, and then back to the house.

Giran groaned, looking like he wanted to die from mortification. "I know, kid! I know! But this would make any future killer think twice. It's the opposite of our usual image, the place was cheap and no questions were asked."

Izuku simply hummed disapprovingly, not wanting to make his kidnapper upset now that he had a plan. He was too tense, anyway, to make a jab at Giran over the cliché looking house.

Anything to escape.

So he simply let Giran place a box in his arms and push him towards the cottage; Izuku stumbled a bit before righting himself and confidentially strolled through the small garden. He stopped at the door and briskly scanned it for any obvious traps. Noting nothing out of the ordinary, he adjusted the box in his arms and pushed the door open, entering his new residence.

The interior seemed like it was something straight out of a magazine, but brighter and with less life. Izuku shivered under the bright lights, already wondering what to do about the excess amount of windows as he placed the box by the shoe shelves. He yawned before turning and exiting the house.

Giran passed by him with a much bigger box, smirking at Izuku when he pouted. "Can't have your noodle arms collapsing again. You need more muscle."

Izuku's eyes narrowed. "Who was the one that managed to handle Bull Teeth for more than ten seconds?"

Giran shrugged. "I'm a business man. You're the muscle."

"No I'm not!"

"Yes you are."

"I am not!"

"Prove it at the next meeting and I'll reconsider it."

"Fine!" Izuku nearly yelled, stomping back into the house. "You can bring everything in by yourself then!"

Giran's cackles were interrupted by the slamming door.

And now Izuku was standing awkwardly in the entrance with no idea where to go. He didn't want to open the door, though, since that meant facing Giran again and he was too annoyed for that.

…Time to find the bedrooms!

The living room was large enough that a dining room table could be placed in it and not interfere with anything else. The kitchen was stationed at the left and then to the right there was a hallway with a bathroom at the left wall and stairs after it.

While climbing those stairs, he saw a small space leading to four different doors; the farthest left was the bathroom, the two middle ones were bedrooms, and the farthest right was an office.

Izuku claimed the one nearest the office immediately, shutting the door behind him. He surveyed the elegant room and a small, disgruntled noise rumbled in his throat. Everything would need to be a darker shade of blue if he still wanted to be able to see tomorrow morning.

But for now, bed.

And damn was it soft. He tossed all the unnecessary pillows and aesthetic covering onto the floor then slipped under the crisp white blanket. Izuku sighed in bliss as his aching limbs sunk into the cool mattress.

If he could, he would stay this way forever. Underground heroes and annoying kidnappers could wait.

And without realizing it, he fell asleep.

"That damn brat. Sometimes I think he's too cheeky for his own good," Giran grumbled to himself. He huffed heavily as the last box hit the living room's floor. He then picked up a stray towel to wipe the sweat off of his face and neck.

He often took Ya'rok's physical strength for granted which he only started to realize as Ya'rok began to trick Giran into doing the heavy lifting or fighting on his own. At the beginning he kept sending his charge to do everything, but now he was reaping what he sowed.

Damn it, that kid was too valuable and too troublesome; not a good combination.

He really should enforce the old rules again, he couldn't have his charge becoming a flight risk again. Giran had managed to smother the habit two years into their deal, but the kid wasn't in the right mindset yet; allowing it to remain that way would cause all his teaching to go to waste.

Maybe that league manchild would have someone in mind that could help him. In exchange for Giran's services, of course.

For now, he would give the kid a chance to rest. From tomorrow on, Giran was planning on upping the training and the lessons.

He won't let this treasure fall from between his fingers. He would do anything to keep Ya'rok.

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Child Killer, Kintsuki Yama, bringer and Minotaur