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Kyouka and Kenji aren’t typically assigned missions without an adult present just yet, let alone in a whole other part of Japan that they’re typically cut off from… But this time the two were the only reasonable options. Fukuzawa had considered sending Naomi as well, but… one man can only suffer through so much whining about being away from a girl’s big brother… Not to mention he doubted Junichiro would like for Naomi to be that far away, especially with her lack of an ability. So Kyouka and Kenji it was.
And after… surprisingly not much fuss, Fukuzawa had gotten then set up and ready to be enrolled into the First-Year class 1-A at U.A in Musufatsu. Of course he ensured communication would be allowed, he wasn’t about to have them stranded. He’s not totally incompetent.
Kyouka had not felt so nervous about this in the beginning. School in a different part of Japan was not that hard, she believed. They were only there to find whoever this traitor was, get them dealt with, and they could go home. But now, sat in an uncomfortable office, in a chair with uncomfortable plastic, in clothes she’s not used to, a uniform at that, it all feels too real. And she doesn’t like it.
Kenji, being Kenji, can obviously tell her discomfort, and wanting to make her feel better, squeezes her hand that he’s been holding the whole time they got in Musufatsu. Even when they were being driven here by some homeless-looking man. He felt she deserved to feel some comfort. It’s only been a month or two since she got settled into the Agency, the least he can do is make her feel better while they’re over here. He knows that she’d probably prefer Atsushi here, but they both know that’d be a hard ask. Not just of the school but of Atsushi himself… he’s not been doing too good lately, it’d painfully obvious, even to Kenji. But he never says anything. He doesn’t want to upset him.
”So,” the mouse(?) that was sat in front of them, a cup of tea in hand, began; “From what Fukuzawa-san had told me, you two are here, technically on work.” He hummed, taking a sip from the cup.
”However, you two are still in a school setting. So I do expect you both to at least do your best to learn where you feel necessary.” He chuckled, as if it were meant to be some hilarious joke neither of them understood.
”Ahem… Aside from that though. I do plan on making your stay comfortable. And as we were already planning on accommodating you, I thought settling you both in with 1-A in their dorm building would be a good idea, no?” He said, less of an offer but more of a statement that seemed to be well-intended enough.
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The two were silent. They had listened, Nedzu would have known if they didn’t. But they didn’t reply. Kenji had been idly glancing at Kyouka, his thumb rubbing over her knuckles reassuringly. He sighed and decided to let them have their silence as he ushered them up off the seats and guided them outside the office, to where Aizawa was waiting, looking bored as ever listening to Mic’s unnecessarily loud ramblings. Something about “seeing so much potential in the new little listeners”, or whatever. Kyouka was hardly paying attention anymore. It’s a wonder she remembered the names of those that didn’t concern her, she thought to herself.
It was mostly a blur, really. Getting over to the dorms, she means. All she really knows is that one minute they were getting in a car again and the next, they were in an uncomfortably cozy common area with a small portion of 1-A students looking somewhat dumbfounded at seeing not only their principle, homeroom teacher and English teacher, but also two new random kids. New students at this time of year was odd, really. They all knew that.
“Oi! Who the hell are these extras and what’re they doing here?!” One of them had yelled angrily, some blonde kid with spiky hair and angry red eyes.
Kyouka did not like him already. Reminded her all too much of Akutagawa when he was angry, but also like Chuuya. Being reminded of Chuuya wasn’t that bad, but whenever she thought of him, she thought of Koyou too, whether she liked it or not. And she tightened her grip on Kenji’s hand.
”Bakugou. Quiet.” Aizawa hissed, hardly in the mood to deal with any angry and or loud blondes today. He already had Mic to deal with. “This is Izumi Kyouka and Miyazawa Kenji. They’re going to be your new classmates.” He sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose tiredly.
Murmured chatter between them emerged, and even Kenji will admit. He did not like it. It felt like they were being talked bad about. He never liked when people did that. It’s why he disliked school so much… back when he actually went as a little kid, at least. But he doubts that counted for much.
One particular green-haired boy piped up, addressing Aizawa, asking what their “quirks” where.
The two glanced at each other, unsure of what that meant. Like… being a bit weird? They weren’t sure. But they didn’t really want to ask either.
The green-haired boy had began rattling off different powers. Ah, that’d make more sense. Like abilities.
Those in Yokohama seemed to forget that Yokohama was all they knew. Far more shut off, but with abilities that were far more powerful. Actually. Yokohama is probably the only place in Japan that’s as caught up with abilities as the likes of the U.S.A. The rest of Japan mostly still had quirks and relied on heroes, not to say that they were pointless, from what Kyouka read before she knows there’s still heroes and villains and the lot over in the US too even with abilities there also.
Aizawa had dismissed the kid, saying something about asking them in class tomorrow instead, and directed the two to a dorm on the top floor up the elevator, all the way at the end of the corridor. Ah, sharing a room. Kenji doesn’t mind, he’s pretty used to sharing rooms with just about anyone. And he knows Kyouka’s used to sharing with Atsushi but for whatever reason, it made his stomach feel a little floaty at thinking of sharing a room with her. He put it off though. It’s not like he liked her that way! They’re just best friends! In his opinion, at least. Besides it’s better than claiming his best friend is a 22 year old Mafia Executive… Kyouka fits better. He doesn’t like her. He doesn’t.
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Well, maybe thinking about that was a bad idea, Kenji thinks. Because now, he’s laying in bed, wearing a tank top and shorts, Kyouka on the opposite side of the room in comfortable pajamas, covered by blankets, her hair down, sleeping peacefully… God she’s pretty… And yep, he can’t sleep. And he’s staring at Kyouka. Like a creep. That’s what he feels like.
He swears he isn’t, he hopes he isn’t anyway. She’s just so pretty.