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"There is like, this distinct smell of each state in the United States" [m.name] explained, his hands gesturing around. "For example, I lived in New York, it's like. . . This York like smell, like you sniff it and you know it's New York right"

There was this old granny; Japanese, who didn't understand shit he said. Not to mention the teen next to her smelled foul. "You reek of sweat" she commented slightly huffing. The teen next to her sighed, of course he had a mission before going into this plane.

He didn't have time to even use anything to cover the stench. Poor lady, if old age doesn't take her any second he will.

Oh.

Anyways.

He spoke Japanese, well was sort of fluent in it even if he himself was from Japan.

[m.name] Bakugo, a teen who was sent to the United States do to his great potential and skill to be a hero. His family's 'friend' had offered to take him and of course, took him. He didn't grow up with them and nothing, so he barely knew them only knowing that they were related.

"Sorry granny, you are going to have to deal with it for some hours." He said not really bothered as he rubbed his neck lazily not paying attention to the old woman's disgusted gestures.

"Kids these days, disgusting."

"You don't have much time bro, better be happy and not die complaining"

"Jesus"

It took hours on that plane, of course [m.name] was sleeping neck twisted back leaning against the window.

It went like a breeze. Eventually landing in japan, Tokyo. [m.name] was in the waiting area looking at the luggage that was dropped down onto a small platform before sliding into a massive machine that carried them out in a circle displaying the stuff for people to take.

He was looking for one, his to be exact, an all might theme one, with a plush on it. He looked up to all might, great here 10/10. He kept staring slightly scratching his leg with the tip of his sandal.

He was not dressed at all, oversized shirt with shorts long yellow socks and sandals. Bum fit.

Mom: have you grabbed your bags? Did you land safely? Did you get motion sickness at all? Do you want pills? Water? Food?

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