Quirkless

Chapter 9 - Moving In

Izuku sighed as he put the last box in the back of Masaru's truck. It was moving day today, the day all students of UA got to move into their new dormitories. The Bakugou's had offered to help since they also had to drive Katsuki's stuff to the campus and they knew the Midoriya's didn't own a large car.

The green head had been surprised when Kacchan called him, saying he nailed the support course admission test. But after giving it a second thought, it really wasn't so strange at all. He almost hit himself for not thinking about that sooner.

"Last box?"

He turned around, facing said ash blonde. Izuku knew he still hadn't told the class about his situation and him transferring to another course. School was starting next week and basically no one knew that they'd be starting off with 19 students instead of 20.

"Yeah, I'm all set!" Deku smiled.
"Good. Go say bye to auntie Inko before she floods the house. She's been crying and whining to my mom about this move the whole damn morning" Katsuki muttered, slightly annoyed and a bit concerned about water damages in his home. Midoriyas could cry, let me tell you that.

Izuku chuckled a little at that, quickly closing up the trunk and following Kacchan back inside. Inko was clinging onto Mitsuki, crying her eyes out as the blonde woman handed her some tissues.
"It'll be okay Inko. I'm sure Izuku will call regularly and they're allowed to come home during the weekend so it's not like you won't see him anymore" she said in an attempt to calm her friend down. By the looks of it, it didn't seem like it was working all that well...

"We're ready to go" Katsuki announced, making the two women turn around to face them.
"Oh Izuku! I'm going to miss you so much!" Inko cried out, flinging herself onto her son as tears streamed out of her eyes like waterfalls. Izuku started tearing up as well, promising her to call every night and visit during the weekends when he had the time.

Katsuki looked at his mom while the Midoriya's had their moment. He wanted to hug her and say goodbye but something was holding him back... His old image, maybe? He'd never been the type of child to cry over missing their mommy. No, he'd always been confident, thinking he could take on the world all by himself.

"Aw, come here" Mitsuki cooed, pulling her son into her arms.
"Don't just stand there pouting. I'm gonna miss you too, you little brat"
"I wasn't pouting" he argued, yet he hugged her back almost immediately. Mitsuki simply let out a small laugh, holding onto the embrace for a little longer before pulling away.

"I'm sure you'll do great in your new class! You're a Bakugou after all"
"Yeah, yeah... I'll, uhm, I'll text you or whatever..." Katsuki mumbled, putting his hands in his pockets as he avoided her gaze.
"Alright, are you boys ready?" Masaru asked, taking the keys and putting on his coat.

Katsuki walked past the green disaster, making sure not to get his socks wet in their tears as the water level slowly started to rise.
"Oi, come on Deku. Aizawa sensei will kill you if you're late"
"C-coming!" he stuttered, giving his mom one last hug before wiping his tears and following the two Bakugou men outside and into the car.

Katsuki buckled up and fell to the side, mindlessly staring out the window as the car moved. Countless trees and buildings later, they arrived at UA. The staff was there to help students move their things to the dorms, seeing as the buildings were on the other side of the campus and it was a pretty long walk. Katsuki praised himself lucky when he didn't see anyone from 1-A at the gate when they arrived. If they saw him putting his things with the support course, they would definitely question him.

He didn't want to deal with them right now, there was enough on his mind already. Besides, he didn't want to be there when they found out either... Hiding away like a coward, totally not manly as Kirishima called it. But he'd rather have the teachers tell them. That way he wouldn't have to be there to deal with the aftermath. It's not like he expected people to be over emotional about it.