The trio intended to return to the apartment building without any disturbance after leaving the bustling mall, but they weren't expecting vans of journalists, reporters, and cameraman standing as well as blocking the front building, interviewing adults and children alike.
"WHAT'S THE WHITE CARRIAGE LOOK UP CLOSE?!"
"DID YOU SEE ANYONE INSIDE?!"
Shouts and yelling can be heard in the back, as the front journalist asks the people questions in disturbingly loud voices, as some are attempting not to scare the children which unsurprisingly failed.
While some of them responded to the questions, doing their best to describe what they saw and presenting photos of the carriage, the rest were alarmed by the reporter's rigorous interrogation.
As he observed the mayhem, Aizawa's eyebags had increased ten times than before. He was expecting a calm return, sushi meowing for food or cuddles, not an increasing headache.
Now he needs to find another means to enter his floor without the media spotting them, or else they would aggressively interview him or his charge, who is the media's answer to the infamous white carriage, which will not happen on his watch.
For god sake, the kid already had a heart attack in the mall and Aizawa doesn't need to see that again.
Before Izuku can inquire what's going on, the scruffy man wraps his capture scarf around the star-cheek prince's mouth, hands, and waist, keeping him from speaking and turning the media's attention to them.
The underground hero walks around the apartment building with the teenager, their shopping bags in his arms. He moves with expert stealth in the backside of the building, avoiding any prying eyes or cameras. Aizawa's apartment is on the third level, which, despite being high, helps him when he's getting ready to go for his late-night underground hero work before launching through the air, landing on another rooftop in complete silence and going unobserved.
The unkempt man and the young tied-up prince, along with his floating companion, stopped their tracks, looking up at the building as Aizawa's eyes spotted his apartment balcony.
The underground hero manipulates the carbon fiber scarf around his neck as he quickly tosses it through the air with the other end of his capture scarf. As the material touches the metal railing, Aizawa rapidly controls his scarf as it clings to it, gripping and tugging it to ensure that its holding, especially the balcony, are sturdy enough to support additional weight.
"Get ready." Before Izuku could comprehend what Aizawa had said, an unexpected blast of wind caught the star-cheek prince off guard. The underground hero leaps into the air in a practiced motion, his other end of his capture weapon carrying the young green hair prince, because he was unprepared for the high jump, Izuku began to panic simultaneously, his thoughts began to reminisce over his past as it flashed before his eyes.
Aizawa swiftly landed on his balcony in relatively ease, he unbound the star-cheek prince from his capture scaft gently on the floor while the unkempt man placed the shopping bags on the table as he turn around about to enter his apartment floor, the unkempt man realized what the boy's state was.
"You okay, Butterfly?" He asked the prince. maybe he should have said more than simply a quick warning. The unkempt man awkwardly touched the star-cheek youngster's shoulder as the stated boy shook his head and peered back at Aizawa with a chilly sweat, still terrified by the quick lift as he whispered shakingly.
"A-Am i dead…?"
"Sadly, No."
—
After settling down to his new room, Izuku tried to get some little rest after the incident that occurred more than two hours earlier.
Despite his desire to sleep, the encounter kept his mind engaged. He couldn't do anything since his heart kept stabbing himself as a type of punishment as he recalled how the mutant lady's strain smiled and the way she seemed so pained by his action.
Being born and raised in Mewni had its ups and downs. Being pampered in the butterfly castle with delicious foods, wearing luxurious clothes, away from any conflict may sound amazing but being unaware to the people who aren't lucky, makes the young prince feel left out.
Not because he wanted to be like them, it's more like he didn't feel how the masses felt in everyday life.
Izuku looked around his new room, if he was being honest, the room is small compared to his much larger bed room at the butterfly castle. The room was filled to the brim with hero merchandise, from action figures to limited-edition T-shirts. Boxes of his items, a large travel suitcase full of his fancy royalty attire that he'll probably never wear again, and All Might merchandise left on the desk still untouched or display it properly.
To make it short, the room was smaller than the castle's garden shed. His stuff is mostly still inside his box and chest. He takes out his new outfits that he brought along with the school supplies on the bed.
His usual dress is generally rich and regal, which serves to balance out his basic appearance. Furthermore, the manner he wears denotes his status as a prince of Mewni.
Izuku Butterfly, on the other hand, had no sense of fashion. The star-cheek teenager was so bad at dressing up that he let maids or butlers choose the outfits for him, which he appreciates because it kept him from seeming like a jester instead of the literal prince that he is.
He took out his new clothing, which are basically t-shirts with the precise word "t-shirt" inscribed as if it weren't evident that it's a t-shirt. Nonetheless, he was pleased that this was his first time purchasing something on his own, even though it wasn't with his own money.
As he wore the outfit he couldn't help but feel in bliss, the fabric was softer along with more comfort than his usual attire back in his closet. He sighs in relief and lays on his new but small bed.
"this felt amazing…" The star-freckled prince stretched his arms out followed by spreading them on his bed. The green-haired boy was blissed out by the small bed and inexpensive clothes; nonetheless, the incident kept him on edge. Even on a nice mattress, his reminder makes the star-freckled boy anxious. He couldn't help but groan in disappointment.
"What felt amazing, Izuku?" Just beside the window, holding a cup of pudding, Glossaryck inquired as he ate his sacred food. "There's nothing but piles of garbage around here."
"I meant this shirt; I've never had this kind of clothes before. Most of my outfits are so tight or have too many layers." Izuku lightly complains; in his defense, most of his outfits have the most intricate details, just like his mother's and grandmother's clothes. Which means less mobility and a more regal look.
Izuku lays back on his stomach and buries his face in his sheets. His thoughts wander back to what happened at the mall earlier, moreover the guilt that now hangs around his body keeps calling attention to his wrongdoing.
"Izuku, stop it." The tiny blue man said, as the green-haired boy raises his head at his floating companion in confusion, Izuku sometimes forgets how perceptive Glossaryck is if he wanted to.
"It's your first day staying with someone other than your mom in a different dimension; no one expects you to be okay all of a sudden in just one day. You're being negative; listen to that sleepy zombieman; baby steps, okay?"
The star-freckled boy nods in agreement with Glossaryck's statement. Of course he does; after all, he didn't come all this way for nothing.
"Yeah… but it's still-"
"Yes, yes, you feel guilty; you felt bad for that woman because you do..." Glossaryck sighs as he closes his cup of pudding, not feeling hungry with Izuku's remorseful guilty expression.
"Look, kid, just let it go; one minor error won't keep you in a chokehold; just see it as a learning experience, your first lesson in this place."
The star freckled prince continues looking at his blue floating friend's way, as he slowly sits up and smiles warmly, feeling a bit better by glossaryck's words. "yeah, thanks glossaryck…"
Glossaryck reciprocates Izuku's smile. The blue, little figure recognizes Izuku as a bright young man. Glossaryck noted the star-freckled child working hard in the library to learn every subject in Mewni alongside additional areas of history and mathematics from different dimensions. Ever since the boy was just a small toddler, the guardian of the magical book of spells had suspected that the young prince's future would be different from his ancestry. But there are just a few lessons he can learn while imprisoned inside the butterfly castle.
The smile doesn't last for long as the tiny man returns back to his beloved pudding, literally jumping inside. Izuku chuckled softly at Glossaryck's weird antics as he turned his head somewhere else.
The star-freckled prince is looking around his room. The room is a mess, with boxes upon boxes of things that he packed. He guesses that he'll sort his room in his free time because, right now, free time is still occupied by his guilty mind, but it's tamed. Wandering emerald green eyes meet his reflection, his interdimensional mirror.
The magical mirror has been sitting beside his desk, still not fully hanging on a wall. He has watched hero-related content through the mirror ever since he was a 5-year-old, taking notes including analyzing the world's quirks has been a staple of his life; Even aiding him in self-defense training with the royal guards as his mother encourages that he defend himself should the time arrives, and oh boy, time doesn't know how to take a break and relax for a while.
It hadn't even been a day since he moved into one of the UA faculty members' apartments; it had only been a little more than 5 hours, yet he couldn't help but feel homesick. This will be his longest stay with a man who isn't from the star-cheek prince's homeworld and has only a cursory understanding of the prince's kingdom.
The green-haired boy rose gently, walked slowly towards the mirror. He came to a halt in front of his mirror, his own reflection staring back at him, both corresponding the same demeanor and facial expression, nevertheless the star-cheek prince ignored his reflection as he hung it in the wall, adjusting and readjusting to ensure it was a good place for a mirror to hang.
The magical mirror is now well adjusted to his wall, as he looks back again at himself in the mirror while he mulls over what he should do next to distract himself. The sun's light cracks its way through his window blinds, bouncing its light off the red ruby crystal, causing the star-freckled prince to turn his head slowly to his shield, sitting on his bed, as the red ruby crystal continues to bask in the sun's light, turning the room into a beautiful shade of red.
Emerald green eyes met an equally extravagant-looking shield, the shield that has been bestowed upon him to be the next ruler, a huge responsibility that may scare him at worst but fuel his determination at best.
He turns his body around, facing the shield, cautiously and tenderly reaches for the family heirloom in his arms. Izuku attaches his elegant yet mystical shield to his left arm, which fits his arm size and handle flawlessly.
"Mirror Mirror on the wall, Call mom…" The mirror responds to his request as the once his own reflection is now calling his mother through the glass.
After a few milliseconds of waiting, his mother's appearance finally appears on his interdimensional mirror. She appears to be preoccupied with the kingdom's financial or other complicated paperwork, yet she appears to have a joyful look when she sees her child.
"Izuku! I'm so glad you call me honey!" The queen excitedly cheered, stopping her responsibility for a while as she turned her attention to her sweet baby boy.
Izuku himself smiled at his mother's enthusiasm, waving at her with his unoccupied right hand, feeling the same happiness as his mother.
The green-haired youngster has always been grateful to his mother for spending time with him since he was a small child. She is usually busy and stressed out about the butterfly kingdom in addition to the monster conflict, even now.
Even with the assistance of the former queen Celena, the current queen suffers hardship and strife. At the age of seven, he always thought he was a burden to his mother because of the frantic nature of running a kingdom, but he never saw his mother exhausted with playing with him, nor any facial structure that indicated she was tired of seeing him.
"I see you did some shopping honey." As his mother pointed to his plain new T-Shirt, the queen chuckled in amusement at the words of the clothes, making Izuku flushed in embarrassment.
Izuku along with his mom as they start talking about Inko's busy schedules and duties at her stated it's managing quite well, questioning if the star freckled's grandmother is doing fine, to which she replied that the former queen herself has been busy at some part of the paperwork in her room, still shy as ever to talk to anyone other than Inko and Izuku.
The discussion was mediated, and the residual guilt has been gnawing at his mind. His anxiety relaxed as his mother's voice talked mindlessly about her daily duties, schedules, and paperwork, almost entirely ignoring the little voice in his ear that ever doubted him.
"Is there a problem, sweetie? You seem to be distracted with something else—did something horrible happen?" The queen's gentle yet concerned voice brings the young prince's current activity to a halt; his right hand stops fiddling on his red ruby crystal on his shield as his mind contemplates how he could tell her about the incident in the shopping mall and an innocent civilian nearly caused him to harm her without the intervention of Glossaryck or Mister Aizawa.
How can he tell her? If he told her what happened he'll probably be disappointed to have a son and the heir to the throne to be so cowardly? To be so afraid of anything that resembles the monsters? Is a small mistake really that insignificant to be worrying about? His gaze is now facing the other way, feeling the weight of guilt suddenly and abruptly jump back on his mind again.
His wandering gaze was drawn to a particular doll, one that his mother had handcrafted for his fifth birthday. He has always admired his great-great-grandmother, Skywynne, a strong, outstanding leader and powerful woman, both literally and figuratively. Then his eyes travel upward to a poster of the shining hero from a world that he's not part of: All Might, a beacon of light to the earth dimension, an embodiment of justice and peace itself in one package bulging muscles that is the symbol of peace himself, smiling at the star-fringed prince as a text below with the words; 'go beyond, plus ultra.' If he wanted to be like them, he could atleast be honest to his mother.
The moment of stillness allowed the young prince to take a deep breath, trying to resolve his problem head-on, and express his emotions to the queen herself, his mother, about what had been plaguing his mind.
"Mom… i…" The words clogged his lungs, his voice refusing to disclose his previous incident, as if guilt was forcing itself to keep him from feeling free even for a moment. He was aware that he appeared distressed; his mother's growing concern was a dead giveaway. He didn't want his own mother to be concerned about him as he took another big breath—this time a massive deep inhale that made his heartbeat thump rapidly.
"Mom… did you ever have any problem whenever you come here…? In… in this dimension?"
Izuku inquires, his curiosity concealed by his anxious tone. He knows he diverted the topic to his mother instead; he wanted to know whether his mother ever had troubles like this; he wanted to know if he's the first royalty to experience such a tiny inconvenience that causes him so much shame.
"What kind of problem sweetie?" Inko asks in a concerned but perplexed tone, gradually grasping what he's been thinking about, but she can't fully respond without any clear or specific difficulty that he's confronting on his own.
"Like um… when people in this world look different, like… a monster?" As the words finally came out, he couldn't help but continue rabbling his thoughts on his mind or mumble it out panically.
"Of course, they're not similar to our situation, mom; I know there are differences, but it's just the way they appear in this world that makes me feel scared as well as panicked, but my mind couldn't help but think they're the same species; I know that not all monsters have the same power as this world's mutant quirks, but some..." As he begins to overcomplicate the issue too much, a mumble storm has taken over his tongue, speaking out his predicament but leading his mother to not understand any of his words whenever he attempts to express his emotion through words.
His right palm fell on top of his forest green shield's golden edge, his fingers turning white as he awaited the dredead word that may destroy or rebuild him. Whatever his mother says, he'll take it as another learning experience, even if it lowers his already low self-esteem.
However, Instead of words, his mother's first response was a chuckle, which caused him to stop muttering word vomit in front of the mirror. The queen stared at her son with fondness in her eyes, causing the star-freckled prince to loosen his grip on his forest green shield's edge, permitting his once rigid body to relax, and allowing his mother to speak.
"Of course honey, the first time I've ever stepped on the earth dimension when I was 8, me and your grandparents would constantly hide in the center of the royal bodygruads. At first I didn't understand why we're surrounded until I saw a mutant human with a rose for a head! Little me started crying, throwing my stuffed toy and even my shoe at the innocent man! It was embarrassing, honey…" The queen continued to chuckle, finding her previous moments of shame when she was a little girl amusing, together with her own son did as well.
"Did you really throw your shoes at the person mom?"
"Yes I did! I didn't stop crying until we're back at the castle."
This prompts the young anxious prince to burst out laughing; an echo of laughter can be heard around the small bedroom; a grin on the star-freckled prince's face. Inko looks fondly at her son via the magical mirror. It's safe to say that Izuku's concerns were alleviated by his mother's story of visiting the earth dimension.
The two royalties continue to chat, as the conversation between mother and son lasted 30 minutes, with Izuku finally admitting to his mother why he's feeling down, to which the queen understood her son's predicament since both shared their encounters with human mutant quirks, and in how they dealt with it.
Inko agreed with Izuku's caretaker's word since it gave her son a means to conquer his phobia of mutant people if he ever has any heteromorphic classmates at UA.
The two green-haired royalty bid each other farewell, promising to call her again if he wanted to chat with his mother. The once-present image of his mother on the mirror is now back in his reflection, and he notices his face seems to be content, finally free from the burden of guilt, all thanks to the conversation with his mom alongside the advice that the tiny blue floating weird man gave.
Speaking of the tiny blue man, Izuku chuckled softly at Glossaryck's weird antics as he saw the tiny man on the shelf, putting on swimming goggles as he jumped into the air followed by diving into the cup of pudding as the said pudding miraculously didn't splatter on his bed. The star freckled prince heard a soft knock coming at his closed door.
"Butterfly?" a familiar muffled voice heard outside of the star freckles-prince's room. "dinner is ready."
Izuku opened the door after hearing the word and was startled when he noticed the scruffy man cradling white feline animal in his arm as the cat meowed at Izuku's appearance, both blocking the star-cheek prince's doorway.
The unkempt man looked at the young prince's perked-up expression; he mentally made a note to seek out glossaryck regarding their world, which had earlier led the child to undergo an episode of anxiety. Aizawa, who has a solid awareness of Mewni's past, but he isn't that aware of a conflict between Izuku Butterfly's kingdom and some creatures that resemble mutant quirks. Of course, he's not referring to earth mutants, but to something the unkempt man didn't comprehend, but his thoughts had faded immediately after hearing the star-cheek prince's stomach groan.
"You and me both." Aizawa muttered not so quietly as Izuku flushed, embarrassed by his body's complaint.
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"Good morning Musutafu, We're your hosts, Hana Suzuki and Miyagi Daikaku."
The female voice of the news anchor can be heard throughout the famed hero's tranquil yet hollow living room, while another activity in the other room, a sizzling as well as chopping noise, can be heard in the kitchen.
"reporting another sighting of the infamous 'white carriage' that appeared seemingly out of nowhere yesterday. Our reporter, Miss Rin Takahashi, is now reporting live from the first sighting of the carriage, UA High."
A boy walks past the noisy kitchen and silently takes a seat to watch the news program with cold yet fascinated eyes.
"Shoto?" Hearing his name, the teenage boy turned around. He recognized the woman who was staring back at him with tender affection and identical ash grey eyes looking back at him. She had pearl white hair, just like his split, equally colored hair, but unlike his neatly split white and red hair, hers was flecked with a few recognizable pieces of a crimson-like color.
"Can you get the plate shoto?" She asked softly, holding their breakfast in her hands. Shoto nodded, he stood up, walking towards the kitchen, passing his sister's way. Opening the cabinet and the drawer, searching their utensils and plates. His ears are still preoccupied with the news.
"Still with that mysterious carriage huh?" While the teenager with the split hair kept searching the cabinets for two plates and mugs, he heard her voice.
"Yeah, people seem to find it fascinating." he replied with a monotone voice as he returned back to the living room, giving the utensils to Fuyumi as she murmured 'thank you' to him.
They both set the table, As they eat their breakfast quietly while the morning news anchor fills up the only noise inside the cold yet lived house.
The UA high is full with reporters and journalists as they interrogate UA staff about the white carriage, moreover speculation about a prince enrolling, as seen on television. The image of the carriage and a young boy wearing a golden headpiece stepping out of the vehicle is seen on the TV screen, albeit it is quite hazy as a consequently difficult to make out.
The reporter pointed out that UA High's principal is known for being secretive and cryptic, so even surrounding the massive establishment didn't perturb the principal for coming out of the gate, making a public appearance to make an announcement, or revealing why there's an unnamed royal visiting such a hero-oriented school.
The news anchor also shed a light to the internet's theories of what royal heritage or which country did the infamous white carriage come from.
None of them are in vain; none of the carriages resemble any royal carriage from to some degree to monarchy in any country.
While some believe it is a ploy by the other hero school from the west, known as the closest institution that can compete with the top academy hero school, it was swiftly dismissed by the media considering all of the Hero institutions are preoccupied preparing for the impending entrance exam.
The program shows another image, but this time it is better quality of the image; the carriage is depicted in full detail; nevertheless, the location is different; instead of the elite high school, the carriage is parked outside of some apartment complex.
This perks up the young lady and teenager's attention, stopping their peaceful yet solemn breakfast. A prince enrolling in a program for aspiring heroes? That's unheard of, but it inspired Fuyumi to think of a conversation that will add a little life to their unforgiving home.
"Hey Shoto, do you think that a prince is going to UA high just like you? wouldn't that be cool? having a royalty talk to you?" The half white half red teenage boy looks at Fuyumi as her expressions are jovial yet with a small aspirant, as she tries to have a small conversation with him.
He returned to his food and answered in a monotonous voice, "I guess so."
The young woman is heartbroken by this, but she keeps talking to the half-and-half teen in an attempt to get him to open up a bit or display any other emotion other than the blank expression he always wears.
"Hey, if you're lucky enough, you can be friends with him, how's that sound Shoto?" She spoke in a falsely cheery tone, Shoto gave her a disinterested glance before turning back to the TV. The news reporter switched to a different subject. As the program changes the sceen is now on the Mt. Lady and Kamui Wood, two up-and-coming star heroes.
"Hey don't y-"
"It's just speculation sis." He cuts her off, still facing the television, his plate is empty of its content.
The woman took a small breath as she looked at the half-and-half teenager, as she spoke again.
"But there's evidence Shoto, and if-"
"Thanks for the food, sis. I'm going to train in the dojo. He already put me into recommendation, and all I can do left is not use his power." The split-haired teenager stands up, walking past her towards the hallway of the cold distant home.
The young, snow-white-haired woman is left to sit alone in the vast living room, her expression unknown as the TV blares throughout the quiet room while she holds her plate firmly. She always wondered if things were different, maybe there won't be a big of a gap in the household…
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While the sound of childlike laughter reverberates across the playground, some children climb around the jungle gym, chasing each other in the name of tag, little girls play with their toys, creating make-believe food.
Above the square jungle gym, sitting on top as if it was a throne, small hands gripping tight on the metal, a mop of blonde spiky hair, eyes are sharp and bright red in color as it glare down at the other children.
Children gaze up at the jungle gym, both adoring and nervous as the spiky blonde hair smirks with satisfaction. He knew this is where he should be, at the top, looking down at extras below him.
The child's roming gaze soon settled on a tree, where a bushy, dark-green boy sat in the shade. The child's eyes squinted as he noticed the green-haired boy clutching a cardboard toy alarm clock wand. The green haired boy quietly plays on his own, a makeshift wand on his hand and a small notebook on the grass floor.
The spiky-haired boy couldn't help but think he was pathetic. He couldn't figure out why; it could be the boy's manner or his appearance. The ruby-eyed boy sensed something was odd with the boy under the tree's shade.
Why won't that boy look at him? He's above everyone, and everyone is staring back at him, so why is he not looking at him? Why won't he turn around and acknowledge Bakugo?
"HEY YOU! YOU WITH AN UGLY HAIR! TURN AROUND! TURN AROUND AND LOOK AT ME!" exclaimed the blonde child, his small fists sparking with a faint smoke.
The green hair boy's activity halts, cardboard wand slowly backs down, the spiky hair child continues staring at the far away boy, fist clenched as a small sound of pop verbarates on the metal bar, ruby red eyes narrowed at the bushy green hair.
As the boy slowly turned around, a familiar scream jolted the spiky haired boy.
"KATSUKI! WAKE UP!" A thunderous thump echoes across the room, followed by groaning.
"KATSUKI! WAKE UP OR I SWEAR TO GOD I'LL DRAG YOU OUT TO YOUR SCHOOL IN YOUR PAJAMAS MYSELF!" A loud female voice is heard outside the door; the voice is muffled slightly, but the woman's words are clear as day.
"I HEARD THAT YOU OLD HAG!" An equally loud voice answers back.
"WHAT DID YOU JUST CALL ME YOU BRAT?!" The door burst open as another set of angry red eyes stared right back. The woman stomps towards the blonde teenager, before he could utter a word, his left ear was being pinched hard by the older blonde as he yelled in pain. Despite being in her late thirties, the woman, who has spiky ash-blonde hair and crimson eyes similar to her son, maintains a young appearance thanks to her quirk. She's dressed in a white blouse, a purple cardigan, and a short black skirt.
This started an unusual morning routine for the mother and son, as they proceeded to struggle on the floor while yelling and cursing colorful words at each other.
"YOU UNGRATEFUL BRAT! HOW DARE YOU FUCKING CURSE AT YOUR OWN GODDAMN MOTHER!"
"OLD HAG! GET YOUR OLD ASS OFF OF ME!"
"HOW DARE YOU!? THIS OLD ASS GAVE BIRTH TO YOU! YOU PIECE OF SHIT!"
"I AIN'T A SHIT! YOU ANCIENT FUCKIN WOMAN!"
The two blondes continue to attack each other, filled with wrath but also fondness, but neither of them is likely going to be honest with each other; instead, they demonstrate it via their actions rather than their words. Their rukkus was not unheard; beneath the floor, the sound of frying and sizzling can be heard in the kitchen. The aroma of pancakes, sunny side up eggs, and coffee floated around the room.
A man with short brown hair, a short mustache, rectangular spectacles, in the same manner as his kid and wife. As he cranks up the music on his radio, the man cracks another egg, making a sizzling noise and adding a more pleasant fragrance to the kitchen.
"They're sure are early…"
A few minutes later, the older blonde walks downstairs, her wild ash blonde hair slightly tousled, as she brushes it into a more laid-back style, as laid-back as spiky hair can be given their morning antics.
"Is Katsuki up yet?" The brown haired man inquires, turning off the burner and placing their food on the table while he purrs two cups of coffee for himself as well for his wife. The female blonde mumbles a small thank you, sipping the morning caffeine as she hums in appreciation.
"Yeah, he's in the bathroom right now," she remarked as she nibbled into the egg. They began eating while discussing their occupations as fashion designers, offering each other thoughts and preferences, alongside discussing their son's future, something they are both proud of but grow anxious about.
"Mitsuki, you know that Katsuki is a proud kid. Too proud…" he said with a worried tone, blowing his hot coffee to lessen the liquid's heat. Masaru Bakugo was a pacifist; he wasn't loud or violent like his wife and son; he was a gentle husband who preferred to be the peacekeeper of the wild household.
Masaru's increasing worry over his son's behavior was not uncommon inside the family or even beyond their house. After watching his son grow up, he began to notice that nothing had changed.
"I know I've been too lenient with Katsuki, but how long do we have to let him stay like this? Mitsuki, you know I love your and our son's bombastic temper, but don't you think it's a little too much?"
This prompts the blonde woman to purse her lips in complicity. Mitsuki is known for being an aggressive woman with a quick temper, which she regrettably passes onto their child. Unlike the younger blonde, Mitsuki understands where to direct her aggressive behavior. She is generally quite calm, courteous, and respectful towards everyone else. She couldn't blame her husband; she, too, is concerned about her son's temper.
"Even if we do something, none of it will get into his thick skull." Her responses put his worried question into silence; of course they know how stubborn their son really is, to the point that the younger blonde learned how to ignore, in his child's opinion, a tiny problem by the age of 4. Masaru can't lie that he admires that part of his son, but he can't tell the truth that it bothers him.
This is not to say that the masaru bakugo couldn't speak up for himself; he can do so when necessary, and his concern for his child's future is not as understated as some may believe.
"Let's just pray that he'll learn it on his own. The brat is going to UA; maybe this time the teachers won't be so lenient towards him because, god forbid, our son is going to be a menace rather than a hero." This causes the older man to chuckle softly in humor at his wife's words.
As the two adults continue chatting, the feisty young blonde himself finally steps down the stairs and enters the kitchen to join his parents' conversation, now their topics about their new fashion design, both giving each other constructive criticism and their opinions.
After taking a seat and his portion of his meal, the breakfast between the abrasive family is filled with soft chatter and a tranquility that no one knows nor seen outside of their home.
Morning announcements gradually transition from the soothing tones of morning radio tunes.
"Fantastic music from an ever-growing and slowly rising music band, No Scrubs! Ru-kun knows to tease his fans to their feet! Speaking of teasing, the ever-popular and ever-mysterious White Carriage has been spotted once again!" The energetic voice along with the crunchy sounds from the old, nevertheless still functional radio exclaimed the news of the day with the same gusto that a dog has for a stroll.
The radio announcer provided another piece of information about where the iconic carriage was seen and called witnesses as they relayed information about it. In addition to the carriage, they add to the enigma by revealing that a prince has been observed inside the carriage directly in front of the top hero school academy, UA High.
When the bakugo matriarch heard the news, the older blonde became intrigued. Mitsuki is fascinated by the rumors; ever since the white carriage made headlines, the older blonde's curiosity has grown. It's a novel topic that she appreciates after becoming bored with the usual hero-related topics.
"What's so good about some damn piece of metal?" Katsuki mumbled, shoving another mouthful into his lips violently.
Katsuki didn't see the hype over some medieval wagon that his imagination had creatively dubbed; the Shitty Metal or some spoiled brat going to UA same as him. And, unlike his mother, he didn't find the information useful or fascinating in any way.
The remark prompts his mother to roll her eyes, scoffing at her son's statements. "You're just mad that there's no hero topic yet, huh?" She replied dismissively yet humorous, playfully making fun at her son's curiosity, which the younger blonde resisted by yelling back and forth with his mother, which she graciously and loudly repaid.
The Bakugo patriarch gazed fondly at the sight and took another sip of his warm coffee, emitting a quiet sigh of contemplation.
If he could go back in time and tell his high school self about his future soon-to-be wife and son being untamed, loud, and explosive, he'd be sweating bullets in both perplexity and dread, yet here he is. It may be chaotic or dangerous in some ways, but he adores his family unconditionally.
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"I'm heading out." Katsuki gruffly said, holding his bag on his shoulder like a delinquent gangster in which his mother disapproved of the scene in front of her.
"Hold on." Mitsuki walks towards his son, yanking his collar, to which the younger blonde yelps in surprise, grabbing his mother's other hand and giving her a stern yet reluctant gaze.
"What the hell are you doing?!" he yelled.
"Fixing your goddamn uniform! That's what!" The female blonde shouted back as she kept buttoning Katsuki's school uniform. Katsuki unsuccessfully attempted to shrug his mother off of his collar. The younger blonde quickly gave up and submitted to his mother's deft handling, which slightly bruised his pride but he knew better than to take it personally.
After a few minutes of two blondes squabbling over a single unbuttoned uniform, Katsuki eventually left the house, bag on his shoulder, bento on his free hand, and an everyday pat in the back that will someday leave an imprint on his skin, courtesy of his mother.
He goes silently on the sidewalk; the cold winter month of February hits his face, but it fails to halt the walking explosion. If he listened carefully, he could hear birds chirping together, singing a melody that neither he liked nor thought was wasted listening to some feather balls making noises so early.
He grew up in a calm neighborhood, which he valued as a part of his life. The calmness of it soothes his nerves and puts his mind at ease whenever he passes through this part of his surroundings. He likes the hotter months than the frigid weather of the last week of February.
The blonde walks by a playground where he used to play with kids his own age, marveling at the swings and slides. Climbing monkey bars in the wilderness with his goons made him feel like a nomad.
He didn't like looking at it attentively in a place where he used to play, and he didn't want to stay anchored in a former memory, he never wanted to waste his time on a stupid playground, but he did glance back at it nonetheless. Did he merely look back because he wanted to? Or did he just look back to remind himself that he's getting older? Or it could be something else that stays around him, like a bothersome bug buzzing in his ear.
But now, he's stepping into new territory of his dream, a dream that will determine his worth in a society full of heroes and villains. He's going to be the best, the best hero that will rise up fast and become an indisputable hero, just like All Might… No… even better than All might.
As the blonde kept walking, he could clearly hear the bustling sound of conversing teens and the noises generated by the vehicle passing by or some parents dropping off their children at Aldera Middle School.
Aldera Middle School is what he attends; he came to this school not for its name; it's not like Aldera has an impressive reputation or anything of the sort that makes the establishment stand out; it's more akin to how convenient it is to walk here to his home.
The school's name may not be well-known, but they struck gold with the fiery blonde. Unbeknownst to the Bakugo family, Bakugo Katsuki earned the school's recognition and glory with his talent and intelligence; he was their gem, as a result, the teachers and faculty became more tolerant of his fiery temper as long as he was their star student.
"Hey Bakugo!"
The blonde's hooded eyes narrowed in annoyance as he looked at his fellow student in displeasure. As his classmate, who was given the nickname fingers by Bakugo, walked up to the star student and followed behind him while another of his classmates, neck, followed suit with fingers, walking behind the walking explosion. Bakugo leads an unofficial small group as they march toward the school.
The corridors are packed with students going about their business, some still on their phones, while the majority of them are discussing, spreading gossip from a handful of students or a group; however, one thing they have in common in their conversation is the current media fascination, The White Carriage and the Mysterious prince.
Every girl in the hallway was chattering about the mysterious prince, left and right, up and down; all of Aldera's female classmates were doing it, blushing and whispering romance to each other. Bakugo doesn't care about any prince, but hearing it again and again irritates him.
"Do you think that there's actually a prince going to UA?"
"I believe so; after all, the white carriage can visit other places, like Tokyo, I-Island, or even the Might Tower, yet somehow that carriage appeared in the same place... twice. So there's no doubt about it."
"Are we sure that it's a prince? Who know that person might be a princess~"
"Duh, you didn't see the pics? That's definitely a dude."
"Hey hey, do you think if I go to UA, I could meet the prince and you know…"
"Girl, you trying to be his princess?! You're crazy! And how are you sure you're going to UA?"
"Come on! Can't a girl dream?"
"Do you think he's hot?"
"I hope so! I mean come on!"
Bakugo clicks his tongue in irritation. Hearing the rumors at home and at school overwhelms him; the rumors about a so-called prince rub him the wrong way. What's so special about some fancy pants going to a hero school? It's not like Bakugo will back down on some challenge by a snobby rich brat who thinks they're better than his explosion.
A nagging feeling that the young blonde doesn't understand why he feels this way; is it the lack of the usual hero-related topics that his mother pointed out? The way everyone makes a big deal about a stupid shitty metal? Either way, this left Bakugo both feeling confused and agitated, making some students near him shiver in displeasure.
"Man, everyone's talking about the white carriage, huh?" Finger commented as he walked alongside Bakugo.
"It's not like everyday you see something new huh?" Neck replied.
"Yeah when you think about it, I've never seen any royalty going to UA. It's always the kid of some heroes." FInger points out, it's public knowledge that every child of heroes ended up in the hero track or even support class. Either way, bakugo don't give two shits about some extras no matter who their guardian is, they'll be one day below him.
As the two of bakugo's goons continue to converse, the explosive blonde enters the classroom with his customary angry expression as well a loud arrival.
Of course, his teacher and classmates are not surprised by the grand entree that the star student himself made; used in the everyday loud entrance that the explosive blonde made. They gradually return to chatting or, in the teacher's case, checking attendance.
Bakugo sat in his chair, placing both feet on the table, and looked away from his classmates' obnoxious expressions and conversations. None of his classmates attempts to talk to the explosive blonde; Simply mentioning his name in a conversation, walking up to his desk, or attempting to start a conversation with the loud blonde will result in a death glare directed to the back of their heads and a creeping sense of threat that will make his fellow students tremble in the comfort of their seats.
As a result, the class struck a quiet pact not to approach the star student until absolutely essential, such as during lunch break or at the end of class.
The Westminster Chime begins to play, and students who are still outside or late enter their respective homerooms, some in a hurry some didn't care as much. As the students' discussion dampens, the teacher walks to their podium to begin the early announcement. The diminishing murmur finally died away as all of the students turned their gaze to the podium, where the teacher stood behind it, clutching thick pieces of printed paper in both hands.
"Please keep your voices down. As you are all aware, the high school entrance exam is in four days, and every single one of you will be examined on your knowledge and if you can actually pass in the first place, especially if you go to the hero track."
A sound of loud cheering as well as commotion from teenagers as they activate their quirks, blasting their quirks in the air, unsupervised even though the teacher is looking at them, a few of the emitter-type quirks, such as a small whirlwind, a gust of smoke, or even the hazardous quirk fire from students, have no problem blasting their powers in a classroom and bathing the small classroom in a slight uncomfortable heat. So why should they stop? The start of the hero exams is approaching; excitement and anxiety are racing through their veins as they project themselves by activating their quirks around the small classroom.
However, Bakugo didn't meet the same enthusiasm as his classmates expressed. He was unconcerned about his classmates allegedly enrolling in a hero school given that he knew he was going to ace it easily. He understood the type of institution they were going to; he knew the statistics underlying the entrance exam; and what he could say through his eyes about his classmates' powers was that they were nothing compared to his. Pulling out your eyeballs or pinocchio-looking nose; one lie, no chance.
The blonde slyly grinned in amusement. Bakugo may be loud, crude, or arrogant, but he made plans for his future, the future where he's the only student of Aldera Middle School, a student who comes from an average institution, going to UA Hero Track like he was meant to be, with a powerful quirk that surpasses the extras, outshining them, and making his name known to the high school and public that he's destined for greatness.
And he'll make certain that he's the future number one hero, exceeding all others, including All Might himself.
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I'm back; it's been what? months? I've been doing a side project on Wattpad; it's more of a weird experiment of mine that I slowly got tired of. I am also having a hard time writing this chapter; I actually never planned to have this chapter and add bakugo or todoroki but here we are.
Anyways, thank you guys for patience with my clunky update. :D
