- Takes place a week or so after Chapter 49 -
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Needless to say, the beach wouldn't have been your first option for a class vacation, but when Class 1-A voted and it came out on top there was nothing you could do to change it. But, you didn't even get to vote since you no longer attend class, choosing to work at your agency instead. Hero work has been swallowing everyone whole with Toshinori retired and several heroes still injured after the Kamino Ward incident.
Heroes are seriously understaffed and unprepared.
Going to the beach also adds the problem of your many scars, you are in no way embarrassed by them, proud even of the marks that tell stories of your battles, but some people find them...weird. But, not your blond boyfriend, who as soon as he told you where you're going and you mentioned you don't have a swimsuit, practically begged you to buy a bikini. In the end, you gave in and bought a simple black one, but it was still amusing when he kept asking you and you didn't admit you actually got one for him.
Class 1-A has seen most of the scars on your upper half thanks to your costume that shows off your stomach, but the ones on your arms, legs, back, and neck are less visible. The only person who's seen most of them is Katsuki from the many times you've worn one of his t-shirts and no pants to bed.
Wearing pants is an inconvenience.
And as the bus ambles along, throwing you around every time you hit a pothole or a rock, you stare out the window with your earbuds in and your cheek against your fist. Todoroki is on your left, sitting quietly and texting his sister who reminds him to put on plenty of sunscreen. The original plan was to sit with Katsuki, but when Shoto told you he didn't have anyone to sit with, you left the blond with Kirishima and sat next to your half and half bestie. Besides, Todoroki bribed you with the plentiful snacks in his bag.
Every once in a while you toss a chip in your mouth, smiling as your favorite song comes on, and tap your foot against the floor of the shaking bus.
This is supposed to be a three-day vacation with your friends, Aizawa even promising there won't be any hero work and it is just for you all to enjoy. But, you couldn't help but bring your knives and metal boots just in case. You are the only one other than the homeroom teacher with an official license.
"(Y/n)," Todoroki calls, shaking your shoulder to grab your attention. You hum, turning and pulling out a single earbud to listen to him, "Would you mind if I slept on your shoulder?"
You don't verbally respond, already tired from the long trip and just nodding your head, a moment later, white hair is ticking your cheek as Todoroki rests against your arm. You pat his cheek a couple of times, like a mother with her child, then go back to staring out the window with music in your ears. You still have another hour until you get there, and you can't help the small amount of excitement you feel since you've never been to a beach before. At least not for fun.
Suddenly, the phone you set on your lap buzzes a couple of times in a row, getting annoyed by the vibrations interrupting the vibe of your music and adjust to check it. No surprise, it's Katsuki who is sitting only a few seats behind you.
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