Izuku had to force his jaw not to hang open as he took in the ESTATE that Yaoyorozu apparently lived in. Izuku didn't know a place like this even existed in Japan!
It was a giant mansion with a giant courtyard with a giant brick wall around it and a giant black gate in front of it all.
Izuku's head whipped to the side where Ei was and tugged on his brother's sleeve, pointing rapidly at the scenery before them. Eijiro laughed loudly.
"Have fun, you two," Dad called before leaving.
"Come on, Izu, let's ring the doorbell," Eijiro stepped forward. A loud, harmonic tune rang out. A fizzle sounded before an older male voice came out. "This is the Yaoyorozu residence. Please state your name and reason for coming." So formal! Eijiro and Izuku sweat-dropped before the redhead replied. "Erm... Izuku and Eijiro Kirishima. We are here for the study session that Yaoyorozu is hosting?" Another fizzle. "Yes. You are on the list." List? "Please come in." Izuku jumped, pushing Eijiro behind him as the gates suddenly opened. Eijiro chuckled and patted the greenette's shoulder before walking past and through them. "It's fine, Izu. We all knew that Yaoyorozu was a little... rich."
Izuku deadpanned, following after his brother. "A little?" he commented. "Th- this doesn' seem like a l- little."
If Izuku had to choose a direct contrast to being homeless in the red lights, it would be this. The inside was so polished and clean and so WIDE.
Izuku didn't like it... When they came up to the door they were opened to them and a maid and butler bowed to them. And followed them as they were led down hallways. It put Izuku on edge. The expansive place did the opposite of what one would think for his claustrophobia. Instead, the tall ceiling seemed to come to a point, narrowing the way. He was terrified to think of what would happen if he accidentally broke something or got something dirty. The faces of the butlers and maids never changed. It reminded him of himself under her control. Manipulated, even if it was their job.
"Izuku," Eijiro whispered, causing the boy to jump, "calm down. Everything is fine." Izuku hadn't even noticed that he was gripping Eijiro's wrist. Izuku took a deep breath, glancing down at Hime padding at his side. "R- right."
They were led into what he supposes is a dining room. The table was loooong.
"Izuku! Kirishima!" Kaminari waved the two over from the middle of the table.
Yaoyorozu was hosting a study session for the End Of Grade written test. So far she, Kaminari, Sero, Mina, and Hagakure, as well as them, have arrived. Yaoyorozu smiled and waved. "I'm glad you two could make it," she greeted. They took seat beside Mina. Izuku was sure that Eijiro purposefully took the seat two down from her so that Izuku could sit in between the two like they do on the subway but he wouldn't mention it. He would just be grateful.
"No arm today, dude?" Kaminari questioned. Izuku shook his head. "I- I don' reallae like 'avin' i- it on," he replied. Yaoyorozu hummed. "I'm sure it can't be too comfortable." The green-haired boy just shrugged.
It didn't take long for the last two to arrive, Satou and Aoyama.
Izuku didn't really need any help. He was mostly there to be with Ei and Mina. That and he really was trying to talk with more people and get to know them more. So he sat back and answered the questions directed towards him the best he could. Some time early on, some of the maids brought in tiny sandwiches and tea which Izuku thought was nice. They even brought in these small little cookies. The sweetness helped calm his nerves just a bit as Hime sat in his lap.
Sweet...
"You should all come again sometime," Yaoyorozu said, closing her textbook at the end of the session. "We have a swim pool so maybe this summer, after the camp, the whole class could come over for a pool party!"
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