{This is quite a short chapter, but oh well! And I suck at writing titles and I'm still new to writing}
It was Monday first period at UA. Class 2-A (small reminder, this is set in their second year) were settled in their seats. They were waiting upon their resident cinnamon roll, Izuku Midoriya. Aizawa was at the front of the class, as usual, he was asleep in his classic yellow sleeping bag. If you could tell, he would seem a little bit upset.
"Okay, now I'm concerned about him. Like, Aizawa-sensei is already here..." Mina exclaimed breaking the somewhat silence. They were starting to get concerned. It was over ten minutes into the lesson and Midoriya wasn't there. "It's unlike the nerd to not be here, he's never been late in his life." Bakugou chimed in, causing most of the class to look in his direction in surprise. Bakugou, Katsuki Bakugou, was showing worry towards Deku.
What the class didn't know was that Deku was outside of the class, pacing, bracing himself for what was about to happen. He sighed as he paced outside of the 2-A door. To say he was nervous was an understatement. He was scared. He was about to tell his class what his mother had told him over the weekend.
At the weekend at the Midoriya Residence - Izuku's pov
"Izuku dear? Can you come down stairs for a minute?" Mum shouted from the kitchen. Why does she need me? She isn't cooking, so she doesn't need help. I've eaten so it's not that... I put down my pen and leave my desk where I was doing my homework. "Yeah mum? What is it?" I asked as I entered the kitchen where she was standing with a look I couldn't quite determine on her face. She looks...upset, but happy?
"I need to tell you something. Can you sit down please?" she says motioning to the kitchen table. Okay, now I was starting to worry. Mum doesn't usually do this. Have I done something wrong? "Izu, this is good and bad news," she starts to say, looking up at me slightly. "We're moving." Once she said that I realised how the house was covered in boxes, how was I so oblivious? "T..To where? I'll still be able to go to UA right?" I asked in return to her statement. I don't want to leave UA. My friends, my class...Shinsou. {Just gonna say this is where I started crying}
"Sadly, you wont be able to go to UA. But, this is where the good news comes in! We're moving to England, we're going to see your father, and the others," {I decided on England cuz I always see them move to America so... i wanted to change it up a bit} She said. Now fully facing me, a small smile on her lips. "Wait, really?!" I asked in shock, standing up from my chair.
"Yes, really honey. And so you hopefully don't break any more bones and attract villains." she said with with a slight chuckle. I walk over to mum and hug her. After around five years, I finally get to see the rest of my family again! And then I realised. "When do we leave?" "Monday dear. You can say goodbye to your class Monday morning, but then we have to leave for the airport.
"If its alright, can I spend tomorrow with Shinsou? To tell him what's happening. I want to tell him before because...well, you know why.." "Sure honey, start packing up now, you can finish tomorrow evening." I went back up to my room and started to pack. By dinner time, i had packed everything apart from my laptop, phone, chargers and outfits for tomorrow and Monday. After dinner I texted my best friend and crush, Shinsou.
🍀😄-Zuku - Hey Toshi, how are you?
💜😴-Toshi - im tired like always, you?
🍀😄-Zuku - im fine. Anyways, do you want to hang out tomorrow? I have something to tell you?
💜😴-Toshi - yeah sure! what do you need to tell me?
🍀😄-Zuku - id rather tell you in person..
💜😴-Toshi - okay?? anyway
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{Howdy!! How, was this first chapter? How are you lovely beings this fine day/evening/night/whatever? }
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