𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝙄𝙇𝙇𝙐𝙎𝙏𝙍𝘼𝙏𝙊𝙍 // ᵏ.ᵇᵃᵏᵘᵍᵒᵘ

♡˗ˏ✎ ;; CHAPTER ONE────

BEEP. BEEP. BEEP. BEEP.

You scrunched your brow and slammed your hands over your ears to try and drown out the blaring noise coming from your phone. You couldn't be bothered to turn off the alarm, so instead you tried to ignore it and hope it would go away. But after a couple minutes of trying to remember the last bits of your dream, you gave up and reached for your screaming phone off your nightstand. 

You blindly reached around, knocking a empty water bottle off the table before you grabbed your phone and pulled it close to your face. It was a mistake you made often, because when you opened your eyes, the bright light hit you and made you do a double take.

When you finally turned down your brightness and turned off your alarm, you noticed the time. 9:32 am. FUCK, YOU WERE GONNA MISS YOUR FLIGHT! Realizing that you slept longer than you should've you quickly bolted upwards and scrambled to untangle yourself from your bedsheets, you somehow landed on the floor with a thud. 

You managed to get dressed and brush your teeth, all while panicking and shouting for your mother who was downstairs watching tv. After 20 minutes of hastily throwing stuff in a bag last minute, you rushed to the bathroom to do something with your hair. You pulled your favorite bonnet off your head and a tumble of messy curls you made the mistake of leaving out feel down your face. Sometimes you hated your hair, you were just too lazy to manage it.

If only you took the extra 10 minutes to braid up your hair instead of crying over fictional characters. Your hair was a tangled mess and the most you could thing of is a form of a bun. You grabbed a brush a comb and some gel and went to work, when you were finished you had a decent bun going on a the top of your head and you were almost ready to head out the door. At first you were angry that your mother didn't wake you up earlier, but now you were a bit confused. She normally came to wake you up because she knew you always just turned off your alarms.

When you rushed downstairs to greet your mom, she was peacefully sitting on the couch waiting for you, "hey mom." You called out to her, "why didn't you wake me up? Our flight is pretty soon, we might miss it."

"No, I made sure we'll get there on time, our flight isn't for another 2 hours, I only told you 10 because you take forever to do anything. Let's see if we can grab breakfast on the way!" She said in a bit of a cheery tone, your mother knew you all too well. So you guys loaded your things into your car and drove off to the airport, grabbing something from a nearby bakery.

You guys got the airport within a reasonable amount of time and everything was great, the flight was pretty long considering you are going from (hometown) to Japan. You were bouncing in your seat nearly the whole ride, your dad got a job offer in Musutafu and you knew that U.A. was a great hero school in that area! Just the chance to take the entrance exams was more than enough. This was a once in a lifetime opportunity for you, and you were beyond excited.

During the flight you had to refrain from using your quirk, but all you wanted to do was practice and use it. Your mom who was trying to sleep noticed your jitters and did her best to calm you down, telling you a few things about your new life, and after you guys had a little conversation you managed to calm down enough to sleep for the rest of the flight.

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You stared at your new house in awe, you knew you guys were pretty well off, but not this well off. In front of you stood a building that could be mistaken for a mansion, it was a large elegant house that obviously spoke money. You wondered where your father was working to afford a house like this? It was gorgeous! Now you were even more excited than before! You quickly grabbed 2 of your bags and ran up the huge driveway to greet your dad who was standing at the door waiting for you guys.

"Y/n!"

"Daddy!" You exclaimed as you ran into his arms for a hug. It felt great to see him, even if he was only gone for about 3 weeks. When he told you that your family was moving to Japan due to a job offer he got, there was a lot of mixed emotions, and your dad was like one of your best friends, you thought he was going to leave you behind. He warned you that this part of Japan doesn't get too many foreigners, which was a bit of a sad thing to hear. Hopefully the people here are nice, but there would undoubtedly be a lot of mixed emotions.

"How was your flight sweetheart?" Your father asked you as he embraced you in his arms, the hug was a tight and warm, but short. He pulled from the hug and grabbed the bags from your hand, leading you inside with your mom trailing behind. The inside of the house was just as beautiful as the outside, it was furnished but still had room for some things you brought from your old house. Your dad already go to making things feel like home, he put up some frames of family photos and some of your best drawings.

Your dad was so proud of your work, even if you didn't want to become a pro hero, you could use your quirk in various different fields. Bringing inanimate objects to life just by drawing them, it was something amazing. When your father led you to your room which was much bigger than your previous on, you took your bags from him and got to work. It was big, and bare, so you would need a few things to bring it to life!

Today felt like a good day, you were still full of nerves seeing as how you were in a completely different country, thank god you spoke the language native to here. Your father has Japanese roots and has been speaking that language your entire life, teaching you it as you grew. You were pretty much fluent and took part in it's culture often, seeing as how your father was Japanese. You were embracing him, and that part in yourself.

Musutafu felt like home, even though you've never been here, but it still felt like home.

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date started ;; 01/10/21

date finished ;; 01/11/21

date uploaded ;; 01/11/21