𝐂𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝐌𝐞 𝐈'𝐥𝐥 𝐄𝐱𝐩𝐥𝐨𝐝𝐞

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Trigger Warning: ⚠️
• Swearing
• Slight gore
• Slight Violence
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It was summer time. About a month had passed since their graduation. It took a lot to convince his mother that's he'd be okay, but at least Shoto was there to help him. Now, Izuku was living the big city life. He moved into his dorm. Met his roommate, and almost all was settled. He'd do occasional check ins with his mom, talk to Shoto on his cell for a bit. Then, go out to work.

Ever since he graduated, he had to think about where he was going to work until his classes started. After all, he got into his dream college in the U.S where N.Y.C's U.A stands. But, until he gets his career started, he had to figure some stuff out.

And that's where he's at now. Working at the register of a convenience store. Not anything great, but it's a start. He's a broke college student after all. Just a freshie.

"Welcome in." Izuku says.

He watches as people come and go. His shifts stands from 9am, to 6pm. About 9 hours. He's still considered part time though.

I guess the biggest thing for him is the culture shock. America, was much different from Japan. I mean for one, there was tipping. I mean, what restaurant asks for more than it gains? He understands that's how most waiters and waitresses get paid but... it was bizarre to him.

He found this out the first night he got here and dined late out.

For another thing, everything here was so different on price. American dollars were much more pricy than yen. He also had to get used to using English. I mean, he's studied it for years so he's pretty fluent, but... still, it's just... different.

You could say with how things are going, it was pretty slow. But he knows things take time. And with his injuries and all that, they were finally being healed. He didn't need crutches anymore. Of course, what would never go away fully, was the hand-shaped burn-marks on his arms and legs. He had to learn to accept them. Though, the pain from the trauma and emotional stress would always taunt him.

Izuku couldn't help but still think about Kachan. Here he was, tying everything together, and... yet, Izuku couldn't be fully believed that he was here. Not unless he knew, Kachan would end up somehow being alright. In which it seemed like he wouldn't be for a while.

Sometimes, Izuku wondered where he'll end up. But it was no use. High school was over, and now his shifts flew by. He finally made it back to his dorm and collapsed on the bottom of his bunk bed.

His roommate inquired, "Long day?"

Izuku let out a sigh, "Yeah, long day."

There wasn't much to do. So Izuku got up and brushed his teeth, took a shower, and got changed for bed. He hardly ate most of the time. Yet, he still wanted to start working out again. It's just... painful, because it reminded him of his dad.

When he collapsed back on his bed, his roommate went into the bathroom for a bit then came out. He walked over to the lamp and said, "Night, Midoriya."

Izuku responded, "Goodnight, Ida."

As things were going that way for him, things for Katsuki were beyond rushed. Everything was shoved in his face like a giant slap. A giant slap of a hint of regret and ignorance to his actions.

The moment Katsuki got off the private plane, about a month ago, he couldn't believe he was in New York City. It was already tremendously far enough to be on the opposite side of the world. But a place where no-one has quirks, it's... un-imaginable.