The Commission's Game

Luggage

The next morning, a deep blue bus pushed itself through the gate of UA. Nezu, ever so keen on at least making sure his students left safely, ran a background check on the driver. 

Once all files, records and information matched, Nezu begrudgingly guided the driver to the teacher's dorms. From then, they waited for the ten children to appear. 

It didn't take long for the group of seemingly exhausted children to show up, bags and suitcases in tow as they hobbled towards the bus. The driver then hopped down to open the compartment doors under the bus and load the bags and suitcases. 

Nezu had also jumped from his spot and made his way towards the exhausted, and agitated homeroom teacher. Once noting the kids were out of earshot, Nezu looked up at Aizawa. "I presume last night there were no casualties?" He asked, a sore attempt to lighten the mood. 

"There are still ten students." Was the dry reply. 

Nezu nodded. "Did they dismiss at least a fraction of their in-school rivalry?" 

Aizawa glanced at his boss out of the corner of his eye before turning back to the children huddled at the bus as their items got loaded. 

"More or less. Some are more inclined than others to drop the rivalry." Aizawa huffed, arms crossed against his chest. His fingers tapped on his arm as he attempted to hide his anxious tics. 

"Well, soon enough they will learn to rely on each other. Thank you for at least pushing them in the right direction." Nezu finished, now turning his gaze to the students as well. "Does Midoriya seem ill?" He mumbled more so himself than anything. 

"Midnight confronted me about that last night as well, though I have received no report from Recovery Girl and no comments from Midoriya himself." Aizawa's brows creased as he looked at the slightly wavering Midoriya who was leaning a decent amount of his weight on his suitcase. 

Nezu let out a hum. "I do wish we could have had the time to give him a checkup and make sure his health is optimal. Nevertheless, I hope nothing serious is the matter." 

"Indeed." Aizawa grumbled, before walking forward to make his way to the now bickering Monoma and Shinso. Since they were both sleep deprived, Shinso was winning the argument. The insomniac survives off of limited sleep. 

Aizawa knew because Recovery Girl mentioned that she had to order more medication. The apparent increase in insomniacs was weighing heavily on her sleeping pill stockpile, and yet she still happily prescribed them when needed. 

Shoji was nervous. Had he packed everything? Enough masks? Enough close? Heck, did he even remember to pack toiletries?? 

His anxiety was beginning to roll off his skin in waves as he watched his suitcase be thrown on the bus's compartment. He felt his thick nails scratching at his arm before practically forcing himself to stop harming his body. 

Packing felt odd, especially since he hadn't had his mother nagging at him about double and triple checking his belongings. And then taking it upon herself to check off all his items. At the time, he remembered being slightly more than annoyed but now he missed her consistent questioning. 

And even though he checked four times, he found himself scared of missing something. 

Because the group had also been informed that the Commission probably won't allow outside items or visitors to come on the campus the ten teens would be staying at. 

Mei was low-key proud of herself. She had managed to pack all her necessary belongings into a small carry on and suitcase. And then she had also snagged another suitcase to fit her babies into. 

And boy did she fit them in. 

About seventeen were stuffed in the relatively small space. And unless someone unzipped the zipper themselves, nothing was going to break open her box. She made sure to watch the bus driver like a hawk as he grunted, picking up the back and throwing it into the trunk. A loud thunk was heard as it dropped on the cargo bed. The driver had looked at the suitcase oddly, as if trying to undress it and see what the heck made it so heavy. 

Mei found herself narrowing her eyes at the man, until he had snapped out of his curious stupor and finished taking other luggage items. She would have to watch the driver closely. In case he tried to steal some of her precious babies. 

Yui Kodai found herself standing next to a pale Midoriya as he staggered away from his luggage. Seeing the other teen struggle, she gently kicked the suitcase away so it rolled closer to the driver, who then grabbed it instinctively and threw it under the bus. 

Kodai then side eyed the greenette, not too happy with his appearance looking so shaky. But when he started to noticeably sway on his feet, Kodai stepped in, forcing his left arm around her shoulder as her right held him up. From this angle, she could feel his muscles tremor as he breathed. 

Severe allergies? A cold? Anxiety? 

There were many possibilities as to why the 1A student seemed so sick, but none seemed completely right. Maybe all on one? 

"On the bus! Get on the bus! We are running late, the Commission does not favor tardiness! Get on the bus, now!" Scrambled the driver, obviously becoming increasingly louder. After tossing in all the luggage, he had begun corralling the ten students on the bus, practically pushing them up the steps. All the while glancing at his wristwatch as if the world was ending. His eyes bugged slightly as he glanced once more. "Oh dear! Nearly two minutes passed the schedule! We must go now, hurry! Hurry!" He bellowed, cheeks turning red and blotchy. 

Aizawa started making his way to the bus driver, only to be held back by the soft grasp of Nezu's hand tugging at his pant leg. "Are you riding with them?" He inquired. 

Sometimes the Commission didn't inform anyone of the full plan, but rather multiple people with different parts of the plan. Their methods were excruciatingly confusing. 

"No." Aizawa said softly. His gaze was on the bus, specifically Todoroki, who was the last one to enter. 

"Then I doubt the diver would let you get any closer, especially since he is so frantic at the moment. We don't want him to drive recklessly with the children on board." Nezu mumbled, more to himself. 

Not even a second after he finished, did the two pros find the bus in gear, and moveing away. Aizawa grimaced at the idea of unsuspecting children being forced away from home, loaded on a bus, and sent to the equivalent of a hellhole. 

Nonetheless, he waved at the retreating bus, hoping the small gesture would ease the stress on the kids at least just a little.