Far Away (BakuDeku)

Chapter 17

THIRD POV

The three forms walking through U.A. may have seemed quite odd to any onlooker. A raggedy man with greasy hair, bagged eyes, and stubbly facial hair. A bitter looking boy sporting explosive hair, piercing red eyes, and the ghost of a scowl. Thirdly, one would spot a fidgety yet eager looking boy, adorned with many freckles, forest green hair and matching eyes. Indeed, an odd trio.

As odd as the appearance of these three may be, their relationship would come off as quite bizarre. Two of the three, the younger ones, hold an odd history; as well as an odd bundle of emotions held for the other.

However, one of these two has caught himself in quite a situation. After two years away from those he had once cared for the most, Izuku now finds himself being presented with opportunity and love, just as though he had never left in the first place.

Additionally, the two oldest of the group have undergone a painfully emotional past couple of years. Shota Aizawa, being a pro hero, has had his fill of heartache. Not only has he survived through an abundance of attacks and missions, he has had to hold a high head in his adolescence during the time of one of his best friends 'death.' The disappearance of one, Izuku Midoryia, had not supplied joyous memories.

At last, Bakugo Katsuki, the boy who had been treated like a ticking time bomb for the better part of his life. His declination in the art of emotions had had him blind when fathoming what was truly meant to be important in his life. Up until only recently, Katsuki had principally understood the concepts of anger, frustration, confusion, and sadness. He had confided in the joy he found in his new friends and cheerful memories of his childhood. However, these moments were few and far between.

This group of three finds themselves heading towards an unused yet cozy room hidden in the hero school. The room had been easier prepared with soft couches and pillows, an easy set up that would make for a safe place. Dull lighting and subdued colours add to the secure feeling of the space.

Idling by the entrance to the room, awaits a young man and older woman. Naomasa Tsuckauchi and Chiyo Shuzeji. The detective and doctor await not only the trio, but a middle aged woman who had received a shocking phone call last night.

Naomasa's watch tells the two that they expect their company in only a number of minutes. They had remained silent up to this moment, greeting each other with a mere nod. The silence is neither uncomfortable nor unwanted. Naomasa and Chiyo had worked together on many occasions, becoming quite relaxed while in the presence of the other. It being the weekend, the empty classes and halls added to the calm silence. Students either resting in the dorms or taking extra time to train their quirks, body's, and minds.

Steps echo through the hallway, interrupting the drawn out quiet. Three pairs of feet tap closer and closer to the two. Breaking the silence is a gruff, sleepy voice, "Naomasa, Chiyo, thank you for taking this morning for us." Detective Naomasa smiled, "Of course. We're always happy to help, especially when it comes to the heroes who keep us out of harm's way."

Shota and Naomasa began idle chatter, Chiyo adding her comments every now and then. Katsuki and Izuku remain silent, confused as to why the three adults were catching up with each other instead of opening the door and beginning the session.

Izuku began shifting on and tapping his feet, becoming impatient with the fruitless conversations of the older three. Taking notice the other boy's restlessness, Katsuki gently grabs his elbow and turns Izuku towards himself, trying his best to distract the boy from his own anxiousness.

The two stared at each other, drowning out the sound of irrelevant conversation. Feet ceased their tapping and shoulders easily relaxed. Soft smiles are painted across their faces, red and green eyes turning into slight crescents.

"Hey." The small greeting caused Izuku to giggle, "Hi." Both of them spoke in an almost whisper, taking care as to not ruin the blissful bubble they had created. 

"Don't be nervous," Katsuki gently robbed Izuku's other elbow with his unoccupied hand, "just relax. Let them talk, there's no need for us to rush through this anyway." Green eyes made an attempt look away, however, Katsuki's own red orbs continued to capture them in a familiar gaze.

Unbeknownst to the pair, Shota, Naomasa, and Chiyo had halted their conversation and turned their attention to the oncoming sound of footsteps. A plump, green haired, middle aged woman appears from around the corner.

Inko Midoryia had always been an emotional woman, passing those genes onto her only son. She was a single mother, trying her hardest to raise her son to be happy and healthy. It had been difficult, him being quirkless that is, especially during Izuku's younger years. She may have put on a few pounds, but Inko had had a wonderful time while raising her son.

When the woman had first heard of her son's disappearance, she had broken down into an uncontrollable bundle of sobs. Inko had always worried for her son, he was quite a reckless boy, but this incident had absolutely shattered her already fragile heart.

After the first year, Inko continued to have a difficult time taking care of herself. Getting groceries, feeding herself properly, doing laundry, even leaving her room. Albeit, having your only child disappear would have quite an effect on a parent.

Mitsuki Bakugo had been sure to take care of Inko the best she could. Buying her groceries, making her meals. She had been there for her friend the best she could. Mitsuki had cared for both her son and friend during the distressing time of there lives. Throughout this time, Mitsuki could not deny that she had been largely pained by Izuku's loss. The boy who her son had spent so much time with in his early youth, her close friend's son, a neighbourhood boy. Even though their relationship had been indirect, Mitsuki had still felt close to Izuku.

Inko Midoryia had received a shocking phone call late last night. Shota Aizawa had been the one to inform her of her son's reappearance. Inko, at first, hadn't believed Shota. She wouldn't believe that her son had appeared so suddenly, wouldn't believe that after all this time and heartache, her son had simply appeared in the middle of chaos.

  As soon as she saw her son, Inko stopped in her tracks. Izuku had yet to notice her presence, resting still in the relaxing atmosphere him and Katsuki had created for themselves. Looking at him, Inko examined every inch of his body. She noted that he had grown up quite a bit. He was taller and had filled out. His hair hadn't change much, still its untamed green mess. His features much more defined now.

Tears sprung to Inko's eyes. She missed watching her only son fully grow up. She hadn't been there to see the way he had turned into a charming young man. A sob rang through the somewhat silent hall, finally catching the attention of the two boys.

The Midoryias lock eyes. Both with shock on their rounder faces. The younger Midoryia took a tentative step towards his mother. His lip began to quiver, "...Mom..?!" The hallway was dead silent for a moment, allowing Inko to give a slight nod. With that, Izuku bounded towards his mother, "Mom!"