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In Shinjuku City, Tokyo, sits a very well known college. Waseda University, a private research university that Izuku Midoriya was now enrolled in. When Izuku initially got his acceptance letter for this university, he celebrated with his mother and a handful of friends he made throughout the years of growing up in Osaka.
Even though his mother, Inko Midoriya, wasn't happy with how far away the university was from home, Izuku convinced her that he'd visit when he could, which soothed her worries.
And now, Izuku stands in his dorm room, more specifically the room he would be sleeping in now that he officially lived on campus. He still had some of his clothes in bags and suitcases. His grey comforter sat flatly on his twin mattress, and a small desk with a laptop on it sat right at the foot of the bed. He had tried his hardest to make it feel as homely as he could, but considering he just arrived less than an hour ago, he still had a long way to go before he would be satisfied with his room.
Izuku could hear his phone that was sitting on his desk buzzing with notifications, most likely from his mother. He hadn't texted her when he arrived. Izuku let out a groan of frustration before stomping over to his desk and angrily collecting his phone.
"Izuku..?" "Baby? Hello??" "Did you make it safely??" "Izuku Midoriya, answer me!!"
Izuku sighed before ultimately giving in to his mothers pestering. He tapped his thumb on the notification and began typing his response. "I'm fine mom. I made it here like 40 minutes ago." He sent the message before clicking his phone off yet again. He turned his attention back to his bedroom. He had only gotten to put his essentials down. His blankets, pillows, and a few other decorative items littered the bedroom. He knew that he would definitely need to go to a store nearby for things to make his room seem less... empty.
Izuku knew that he had about a week until his classes began, so he made a mental deadline to have just about everything he needed by then. Izuku knew that once his classes began, he would have to dive headfirst into his studies, just so he wouldn't fall behind. He had morning classes Monday through Wednesday, had Thursdays and Sundays off, then had night classes on Friday and Saturday. He knew that if he applied to have classes every day, he'd work himself to death. Especially if you consider the fact that this is Izuku's dream college. Izuku scratched the back of his neck, trying to figure out what he needed to do today to get ahead in his unpacking. Then, he heard a loud thud right outside his door. It tore him from his trance, his eyes widened before he rushed over to his door, he swung it open and was met with a boy with spiky cherry colored hair, hunched over grabbing a large box off the floor.
"Are you okay?" Izuku asked the red haired boy in front of him. The boy perked his head up at Izuku, and stared for a moment before giving Izuku a large smile. "I'm alright, dude. Just dropped my box of gaming stuff. Just uh... hope nothing is broken." The red headed boy mumbled nervously as he gently grabbed the box off the floor. He gripped the bottom hard enough to make his knuckles whiten. Izuku chuckled before clicking his door shut behind him. "So, I assume you're my dormmate?" The freckled boy questioned the other who was now slowly making his way down the small hallway. The boy in front of him shifted the weight in his arms slightly, as if he was starting to struggle, "I believe I am! What's your name?" The two approached the other bedroom in the dorm. Izuku gently slid past the red head and opened his door for him. The boy nodded at him, thanking him.
"Izuku Midoriya! What's your name?" The greenette answered excitedly. Izuku wasn't exactly very good at making friends, he was basically just adopted by extroverted people. Most people in his high school only knew him because he was a 'stereotypical' sweetheart. As weird as he found it, he didn't have enough guts to stand up to others in high school to prove them wrong. "Eijiro Kirishima, 's my first year here." Kirishima pulled Izuku out of his thoughts as he put the box he was holding on the floor near his bed. Izuku hadn't noticed that Kirishima was already in the dorms decorating when he arrived. As Izuku glanced around the room, taking in his new roommates style and interests, he noticed a punching bag with two sets of boxing gloves hanging on a hooked shelf close to it. Izuku's eyes were blown wide with surprise, as he turned to Kirishima. "You like boxing?" Kirishima glanced up from the box he was beginning to unpack with confusion etched into his facial features.
"Yeah? Why, you like boxing too?" A huge smile overtook Izukus freckled face as he stepped over the mess on the floor to reach Kirishima's punching bag. He finally walks next to it and stares at it for a few moments before turning to Kirishima. "Yup. Haven't been able to do it lately though.." Izuku's smile falters thinking about it. His mother was worried about him getting hurt if he pursued anything more than some lessons and personal training. As much as Izuku wanted to push past his mothers worry, he couldn't bring himself to do it. So he never got to do anything more with it. Although, he had a hell of a lot of muscle now, so he decided it wasn't all bad. Seeing Izukus mood shift, Kirishima stands up from the floor and grabs a pair of his gloves, and tosses it to Izuku. Izuku reacts quickly and catches them before they slam into his face.
He looks at the gloves, then to Kirishima, then back to the gloves. Kirishima chuckles at the greenette, "Keep 'em. I'll move my bag somewhere outta here so you can beat it up whenever you'd like." Kirishima grins when Izukus jaw drops. Izuku couldn't do anything but stare at the slightly taller boy, was he really giving him his gloves? They just met, and Kirishima was already proving to be an amazing friend. Izuku felt insanely lucky to end up with a kind roommate. "Th-Thank you! I- uh.. I really do appreciate this!" Izuku finally spoke up, holding the gloves in his arms like he was cradling a baby. "Of course, dude. You seem pretty cool, plus it's super manly that you do boxing!" Kirishima playfully punched Izukus shoulder giving him a friendly smile. Izuku smiled back, "I suppose I should get out of your way now, so you can continue unpacking. Thank you again for these!" Izuku nodded his head towards Kirishimas door, and slowly made his way towards the door. Kirishima just responded with a nod and went back to unpacking the box on the floor. Izuku gave Kirishimas room one last look before stepping out and closing the door. What a kind person! Izuku really was lucky to get a good roommate. He was tempted to spend extra just to have a dorm to himself, but ultimately decided against it, even if he did have the money.
Izuku could tell that Kirishima was an outgoing kind of person, and was excited to see how good of friends they would become. Hopefully he'd find plenty of friends here to spend his time with. Izuku sighed and walked back to his room. He entered his room and put his new gloves on his desk, hoping that he'll find a good opportunity to use them. Once he set them down, he dragged his feet over to his bed and let himself flop down onto it, feeling the springs of the bed rattle underneath him. He instantly sighs, feeling a sense of relief. He had been doing stuff all day, from finishing up his packing, moving his things to an airport, getting on a plane and sitting on it for about an hour and a half. Along with him having to take a train to get to his University... Izuku was tired. He reached into his pocket and was immediately bombarded with text messages from his mother.
"Holy..." Izuku whispered to himself, amazed at how long he had gone without checking his phone. He scrolled through all of the messages his mother had sent him, they ranged from 'My baby's made it safe!', to 'Izuku Midoriya, why aren't you answering your phone?!'. Izuku just sat and stared at all of the messages, his mom should've hit the world record for how quickly she could send messages. Izuku chuckled softly before deciding to call his mother. He knew that if he just sent her a message she wouldn't leave him alone for another 40 years. His mother was always a 'clingy' person, as his friends used to call her. Izuku loved his mother to death - and, yeah, maybe she was a little clingy - but he never saw it as a bad thing. The phone rung for less than 3 seconds before Izuku could hear his mothers worry-filled voice come through the line.
"'Zuku?" Inko questioned through the phone. Izuku smiled, happy to hear his mothers voice. "Hey, mom. Sorry for not-"
"Oh gods, Izuku! I thought something happened to you! What on Earth were you doing?"
"I was just talking to my new roommate! He's actually really nice, but I'm sorry for not responding sooner, Mom."
A sigh comes from Izukus speaker, "Its alright, 'Zuku.. just don't worry me like that!" Izuku lets out a quiet giggle before settling in the silence on the phone for a few moments. "I won't, pinky promise." Izuku replied. He stood up from his bed, phone still pressed between his ear and his shoulder. He gently grabbed the phone and set it to speaker so he could change his clothes and still hear his mother. She had started to talk about how empty the house had felt since Izuku had left, even if it hadn't been very long. Izuku listened closely to his mother as he changed out of his white button-up and black jeans. He slid into a pair of brown sweatpants and put on a black tank top. He picked his phone up again and listened to his mother ramble about her gardening and how well her flowers were blooming. The sun was starting to set and had cast a faint orange glow all in Izukus bedroom.
"Hey, Mom?"
"Yes, Izuku?"
"I think I'm gonna grab some food, so.. I'll call you back tomorrow!"
Inko was silent for a few seconds before letting out a sigh, "Alright then, eat well. And get plenty of sleep!" Izuku scoffed playfully, "I always get plenty of sleep, Mom."
Inko's laugh echoed through Izukus bedroom for a brief moment, "Good! Now, go eat. Don't forget to call me tomorrow when you get a chance!" Inko reminded her son, hearing a door open and close from her sons phone line. "Of course not, Mom. I love you, bye!" Izuku neared the exit to his dorm room, hearing faint rock music coming from his roommates bedroom. Inko said her goodbyes and hung up the phone call. Izuku slid on a pair of black house shoes. The kitchen wasn't too far from where his room was. He opened the front door and began his way towards the small staircase that led to the kitchen. He hadn't put anything of his in any of the fridges or snack cabinets, but nobody would mind if he had some of theirs, right?
He could just pay them back for it! He had plenty of money to use anyways. After a few minutes of walking, he entered a relatively large room with four tables, with 6 chairs at each. A few people were in there, most he didn't recognize. Izuku paid no mind to the other people in the room and simply marched his way to one of the fridges. He looked through one thoroughly before finding enough ingredients to make his favorite meal, Katsudon. He smiled at the irony, he really was lucky, wasn't he? He took everything he needed and began cooking. A few people would pop their heads into the room to ask him what he was making. He simply told them what it was, and offered to make extra for them. Most of them quickly agreed and one girl in particular decided to join him in the kitchen. He remembered her saying her name was Ochako Uraraka, he remembered her from high school. Although he never really made an effort to strike up a conversation with her. They still were friends in a way.
"How come you're such a good cook? Just about everyone in this wing of the building can smell your food and wants a bite!" Ochako exclaimed as she hopped onto the counter a foot or two away from the stove top and the few bowls that sat empty on the counter-top. Izuku chuckled as he flipped the piece of pork in the bubbling oil, frying the other side. "Well, when your mother scolds you for almost burning down her kitchen a hundred times, you know that you'd either have to learn how to cook, or you could just starve." Ochako giggled at Izuku's overexaggerated story. Izuku then turned his attention to the rice cooker that just beeped.
It was true though, he had almost burnt down his kitchen about 7 times back in middle school and high school. So he decided to finally take some classes and could proudly say that he was very well versed in cooking.
He popped the lid of the rice cooker open and took a peek inside. The rice was perfectly cooked, so Izuku grabbed one of the bowls on the counter and put a good amount of rice in it. He then repeated the process a handful of extra times, then put the bowls back where they were before. He finished prepping the meal in several bowls, and sighed as he set the last bowl onto the table for the others to eat. "Here you all go, enjoy please." Izuku was beginning to feel a bit exhausted after everything he had done today.
He heard a bunch of 'thank you's and 'wow's. Izuku was happy but he really needed to get a breath of fresh air. He grabbed his bowl and quickly headed for a door that lead to the rooftop. He walked out onto the rooftop and made sure to shut the door behind him all of the way. He felt the twisting feeling in his gut die down as the wind gently swirled his unruly green curls around his face. It was refreshing.
Izuku stood still, taking in his surroundings for a moment before finally looking for a spot to sit and eat. He glanced around and noticed a portion of the roof that would have a good view of the pink and orange hues of the sunset. He smiled to himself before making his way over. He dropped to the floor with an 'oof' and immediately began digging into his Katsudon. He was about halfway done when he heard a very quiet sound. Izuku paused, his eyebrows furrowed and his eyes searching his surroundings suspiciously. But then, he heard it again. This time, a bit louder.
Was... was someone humming?
Izuku set down his bowl and stood up, he slowly walked to where he heard the sound, if he was going to see who was making that noise, he didn't want to startle them by stomping up. A few seconds of walking and he discovered a person sitting against the bricked wall of the rooftop. Izuku could see a cord coming from their phone, presumably headphones. Now that he was a lot closer, he could 100% say that this was the cause of the noise. He sat and stared for a few moments, trying to listen in to what they were playing.
It sounded like... '505'? Izuku decided to take a gentle step forward, trying to hear better.
Oh yeah, definitely '505.' Izuku wasn't huge on The Arctic Monkeys, but he did like a few of their songs. Taking Izuku out of his curious state, the person took off the hood that covered their head, and
"K-...Kacchan?"
The boy in front of Izuku tensed up, craning his neck to the side.
An extremely awkward pause. They both just sat there staring at each other, directly into each others eyes. One was fierce and fiery, the other was shocked and full of emotion.
"You've gotta be fucking kidding me."