~Third Person P.O.V~

Izuku trudged through the people-filled halls of the airport. 

It's crazy- just a few months ago he was in this very same airport, finally being able to come home...now he was leaving again. His mother explained to him that as soon as he got there two security guards from the program will be waiting to pick him up.

Izuku felt paralyzed, he couldn't believe any of this was happening- he was still waiting for people with cameras to pop out and just tell him it was all some cruel joke.

But there wasn't.

He sat down on a crumb-covered bench, his grip on the handle of his suitcase strengthening ever so slightly.

His phone was dead- not that he bothered to even charge it. What was the point? The program would most likely take it away, there was really no use in even bringing it along with him.

The plane left in an hour or so- leaving him to sit and wait.

One hour to be left alone with his nagging thoughts.

One.

Hour.

How hard could that be?

Very hard. That's the answer to the question- it will be excruciatingly difficult for him to be alone. He tried to focus on something else, anything else really. Leaning back in his chair he opts for focusing on the sounds around him.

Buzzed chatter droned throughout the large building, plane engines roared and sputtered- muffled by the buildings thick walls. Laughter could be detected by his ears nearby, a child's laughter he assumed- based off how high it sounded.

The wheels of suitcases rolled and clattered against the dirtied marble flooring. Creating a small beat as they went on, bumping, thumping, and scratching.

Or the clicking sound of keyboards. Hands moving swiftly across the surface of a computer, typing away at the keys with emphasis.

Izuku sighs, threading his hands through his messy emerald locks. 

'This is going to be a long hour.'

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They didn't make it in time. 

By the time Shoto and Katsuki had formed a small extracting team to get Izuku, he was gone. Inko was already pulling out of her driveway, Izuku could be detected in the front seat- not paying attention to the world around him.

"No..." Katsuki whispered, stumbling back and enabling himself to fall onto the dirt, and rock covered cement.

"Please tell me that didn't just happen," Mina gasped, Himiko grabbing onto her for support.

Hitoshi definitely was not happy about any of this, he glared at the pavement below suddenly finding it to be quite interesting. If looks could kill, the ground would be six feet under.

"What do we do now?" The purple-haired teen croaked, peeking up at Shoto through his eyelashes.

"Now," Shoto straightened up his back, turning to face the others. "Now we book the next flight to America."

Katsuki scoffed, staring at his boyfriend as if he were a maniac. "Babe- I want to get him back too but...how're we going to explain that to our parents?" He asked dubiously, picking at the sides of his fingernails.

"Easy. We're not going to tell them- if any of you have any objections you're more than welcome to stay. If not, pack a bag with essentials only." Shoto announced, already looking up when the next flights would be. "We leave in two days."

Everyone in their small circle nodded, coming into a silent agreement that they would all be going.

Kirishima walked up behind Kaminari, wrapping his arms around the yellow-haired teen- trying to ease his nerves. Kaminari was mainly nervous to be going to another country for the first time, yet also excited to get on a plane.

They all climbed into back into the orange Jeep, Shoto in the drive seat- much to Katsuki's annoyance. 

Himiko and Mina were nervously holding hands in the car, wanting nothing more than to get their 'Little brother' back safe and sound. The program wasn't always the best place to be at, especially if you broke a rule- they enforced punishments when rules were broken.

Horrible punishments.

Hitoshi bounced his leg in irritation, Sero wounding his arms around the boy's waist- mainly for emotional support. The raven-haired teen knew how close Izuku was with him, he could only imagine how hard Hitoshi must've been taking the news.

Sero and Hitoshi weren't dating per se, but there definitely was something going on with the two.

"We'll get him back Shin, Midoriya's pretty tough. I'm sure he'll be fine." Sero soothed him, running his fingers through his messy amethyst locks.

"I hope so- I really hope so." Hitoshi whispered.

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The flight was long and tiring, those eleven hours from Japan to California while stuck in a small space could make anyone tired.

While on the plane he had a lot of time to think, and he had come to one simple conclusion- he'd rather die than go back. So that was it, he wasn't going back, he was determined to run away. His mother had gave him roughly around two hundred American dollars for the trip- mainly out of guilt.

So he had enough money to get him by if he spent it efficiently.

Once they landed, he quickly grabbed his bag running past others who were getting off as well- headed straight for baggage claim. Once he found his suitcase, he pulled his backpack onto his shoulders while wheeling his luggage outside.

Trying to get out of the airport as soon as possible before he was caught by somebody who was sent to pick him up.

Frantically waving for a taxi he hops in the musk scented yellow car, handing the driver a small amount of money- telling him to drop him off at a local restaurant he remembered form his time here. His heart pounded in his chest as the man drove, he had never done anything like this before- the guilt and fear was starting to catch up with him.

What if something happened?

What he got killed?

Or what if someone kidnapped him?

He knew they were silly fears, sure they could happen, but it just didn't seem logical at the time. It was his anxiety getting the best of him, trying to weigh him down. So he pushed the thoughts away, deciding to focus on his game plan for everything.

His idea was stupid and impulsive, comprised simply out of fear of going back. Unlike most of his plans, this one was half-assed...randomly pieced together.

So he needed a plan B.

As the car whizzed past the streets he let himself relax a bit, pulling out his portable charger and plugin in his phone- setting it down next to him. Izuku chewed on his nails, a newly formed habit he found when he was emitted in the hospital. 

"Hey kid, this is your stop." The driver's gruff voice called out, snapping the green haired boy from his thoughts.

"Oh- uhm, right! Thank you so much!" Izuku said, only to mentally scold himself- he had thanked the driver in Japanese.

Being way too embarrassed to correct himself he quickly climbs out of the car, hurriedly walking inside the restaurant. 

It was fairly warm inside, a bit stuffier than he remembered, yet cozy nonetheless. 

(I fucking love crossovers guys!)

"Hi- I'm Hanji and I'll be your server, would you like to choose a table or booth to sit at?" Hanji asked, scaring Izuku with their bubbly personality.

"That booth over there is fine." He mumbled, making sure to speak in English this time.

They nodded energetically, leading the emerald haired teen over to the booth he pointed out. "I'll give you a few minutes to look through the menu, but is there anything I can start you off with? Soda, water, juice, alcohol?" Hanji asked, wiggling their eyebrows suggestively.

Izuku choked on the last one, his eyes going wide for a fraction of a second before shaking his head 'no'- his face flushed a bright pink. "I'm uhm- I'm only sixteen." He snorted out, biting the inside of his cheek.

"I figured you were around that age, I'm just yanking your chain kid. Water?" They left one brunette eyebrow cocked at their question.

Izuku nodded his head, "Water." he mimicked.

Hanji gave one nod, jotting it down in their notepad before skipping off to the next table. 

Izuku couldn't help but laugh to himself at their energy, admiring how much of a good mood they seemed to be in...almost envying it. He lets out a sigh, reaching over for his phone- only to realize it wasn't there. His eyes dart around the booth, he combs through his bags- yet no phone.

'Damn it! I must've left it in the taxi.' He thought to himself, slamming his fist on the table.

This was going to be a long day.

Hello cricket cultists!!

So um yeah...this isn't the last of the crossovers in this book. I'm ready. I am committed.

Legit guys, I have so many freaking ideas for this book it's not even funny XD I really don't want this book to be extremely long, but I also don't want it to be short ya know? IDK guys...bare with me.

Until we meet again!!!