Chapter 28: Traveling and Pro Heroes

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Whistle! Whistle~!

"That's not your train is it Sweetheart?" Toshinori questioned nervously. He was standing in one of many bullet train stations with his daughter right by his side.

"Hehe, it wasn't Papa. Mine leaves here in about 15 minutes. I'm a little surprised you don't want to see Izuku-san off to Gran Torinos." Sakyh told her father with a smile.

Toshinori shivered just thinking of the training his chosen successor would face. "I would give him some encouraging words but I may have been getting a little too close lately. I believe a few of his classmates have started to question him about our relationship." He explained.

Sakyh nodded her head in understanding before a sly smile crawled up her face. "Or you cant think of anything to help prepare him for the weirdness that is Grandpa~" she teased.

A blush and a chuckle arose from him at her statement. "I believe your weirdness is all the preparation he needed for him." her father quickly taunts back.

The same blush now painted Sakyhs face as she pouts. The two then let out their own little laugh together before her father pulls her into a hug.

"Be careful on the train and let me know when you get there. For my sake please dont listen to Lady Stitch." Her father pleaded at the end.

A giggle left Sakyhs lips as she returned her fathers hug. "Of course I will and no I won't listen to Stitchy." She promised. "I'll be sure to give mom a hug for you too."

A smile rose up Toshinoris face as he gave his daughter one last squeeze before letting her go. His blue orbs traced over her bright smile before he ruffled her hair and let her board the train that would send her off for a week.

Sakyh fixed her hair with a smile on her face as she glanced around for a seat on the train. Her feet quickly took her to the seat she had been eyeing off in a corner. Thankfully she got there before anyone else could take it. She placed her bag in a compartment above her seat and got comfy by the window. Her headphones were quick to be pushed into her ears. Her eyes scanned over her lock screen to find there were 5 minutes before they would leave. With a small nod to herself, she unlocked her phone to begin looking for what playlist she would hit shuffle on. Just as she found which one she knew would keep her mind entertained someone loudly sat down next to her with a growl.

"What in the hell are you doing on this train, Snowpup?"

Sakyh jumped at the sudden question, her blue eyes trailing up to meet red ones. "B-Bakugo? You're taking this train too?" she questioned before she could stop herself.

Bakugos red eyes narrowed before he crossed his arms and got comfy in his seat. "I asked you a question first loser."

Sakyh blinked before she nervously pushed her phone down into her lap. "I'm heading to my internship with Best Jeanist." She answered.

Bakugos scowl grew on his face at her words. "Of f*cking course, you'll pick his agency to go to." He grumbled out.

Sakyh tilted her head a little nervously at his change and gathered courage to ask her next question. "I-I'm guessing you're going to his agency too?"

"Why else would I be on this train?" was his response.

Sakyh simply nodded her head before looking out the window for a second. The train doors had just closed and with a soft little push, the train began to leave the station. Her eyes scanned the crowd for one last glimpse of her father before she turned her attention back to Bakugo. He was moving around and had nudged her with his leg. Looking at him she noticed he had slouched in his seat some, spread his knees out with his right ankle being placed on his left knee. He had an arm grumpily tucked around his stomach while he held his phone in his other hand. Remembering he got a new phone she stared at it for a moment in thought. She wondered if he had gotten all of his things transferred over within the last two days. With the shake of her head, she tucked in toward the window a little. It was Bakugo she was talking about.

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