(Y/n) Cunningham: UA Ninja

Chapter 1: Mio Mao, Mio Mao, La la la la la

[Couldn't find the artist of the picture I just found it of Pinterest :c]

[A/n]: From now on all English dialogue will be in bold and it should be assumed everything that isn't is Japanese, thanks for coming to my TED Talk :3

"You got everything?" (F/n) said

"Think so" (Y/n) replied

"Nomicon, mask?" (F/n) raised an eyebrow

(Y/n) replied by pulling the mask out of a pocket inside their jacket and patting the bookbag that ran across their shoulder, "Literally the only reason I'm wanted, so they never leave my side."

(F/n) looked at his kid, barely 16 and already leaving the house to go all the way across the world. He hugged them tight. And (Y/n) hugged back.

"We love you, kiddo. Remember that if you aren't feeling the whole UA thing I'll come get you in a heartbeat." (Fn) squeezing (Y/n) tighter.

"I know, dad. I'll be ok though. I'll make our ancestor proud!" (Y/n) cheered as they tried to lift their dad's spirits.

"I know you will." (F/n) pulled away and smiled somberly as he looked his child in the eyes.

The final boarding call for (Y/n)'s plane was called and quickly saying one last goodbye, they ran for the door, their father looking longingly at them as they went.

Once on the plane (Y/n) settled into their seat, it would be a long plane ride until they made it to Japan and they didn't want to think about the fact that they were leaving their family and Norrisville behind. Well, some extra training in the Nomicon never hurt anyone. (Y/n) pulled out the Nomicon and face planted into it and while looking honestly buzzed out of their mind their consciousness was sucked into the Nomicon for fighting what (Y/n) called the sricbb-ja's (scribble ninjas).

Literally half a day later, (Y/n) arrived in Japan. They were told a Pro Hero, a "Eraserhead", would approach them so they waited. Soon a man that honestly looked like a bum (but was hot) approached them.

"(Y/n) Cunningham?" the man spoke.

"Yup. That's moi." (Y/n) answered as casually as ever, as if this man wasn't a total stranger. He was a hero anyway, they'd be fine.

"I'm...Shota Aizawa. And...I'll..." the man, Aizawa, was clearly struggling trying to speak proper English to them.

"You're cool dude. I can speak and understand Japanese just fine. It's the writing where I kinda struggle" (Y/n) said putting the poor man out of his mystery.

Aizawa seemed to sigh in relief, but only subtlety. "That's good then. I'll be housing you for the foreseeable future, and I'll probably be your homeroom teacher if you pass the recommendation exam." The man was stoic, but that was fine to (Y/n).

"Cool, sorry about all the troubles. I promise I'll try not to be a bother to you." (Y/n) replied with a smile.

Aizawa nodded and started to walk away and (Y/n) took this as a cue to follow. (Y/n) followed Aizawa to his car after getting their luggage and then they started to drive.

Aizawa didn't seem like one for conversation, so (Y/n) didn't try to initiate not wanting to bother the man who selflessly offered (or so they assumed...they were right by the way) to put a roof over their head.

While on the drive (Y/n) looked out the window, it was a weeb's paradise. Very aesthetically pleasing to them. After a while, they arrived outside an expensive looking building and without saying a word Aizawa got out of the car and started opening up the trunk and pulling out (Y/n)'s luggage. (Y/n) got up to take their luggage, but Aizawa lifted a hand as if to say that he's got it.