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A solar eclipse is described as a portion of the Earth being engulfed by a shadow casted by the moon, which fully or partially blocks out sunlight. It's only possible when the Sun, Moon, and Earth are aligned, which happens roughly every eighteen months.

The event itself isn't incredibly special, but I've always liked the thought of the three celestial bodies coming together against all odds to form the phenomenon.

"Izuku! Izuku, hunny, are you ready to go?"

I heard my mother calling for me from inside the house. I looked up at the sunrise one last time from my childhood back yard, before shouting back, "Yeah, I'm ready!"

I was leaving home, the only one I've ever really known. I was leaving my mom and her new husband. Yagi traveled a lot for work, and normally my mom would stay home with me, but I knew it was putting a strain on their relationship. So I decided that this year I would go spend some time with my dad.

Across the country. In a town I haven't been back to since I was eight.

What a great way to spend my junior year.

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Pulling up to the house I'd be living in for the unforeseeable future, was a more than awkward affair. My father and I barely said a two words to each other since he picked me up from the airport. I used to spend the summers with him, but that stopped around third grade when I decided I'd rather spend the summers hanging out with my friends and doing camps offered through my school.

Looking back on it, that was probably a low blow for my dad.

I guess this was technically my home town. My parents moved to Forks right before my mom got pregnant with me, because my dad was offered a job. We lived here until I was about three, then my parents split up and my mom moved back to her home town taking me with her.

Walking into the house felt like stepping back to those summers of my childhood. Absolutely nothing had changed in the years since I was last here. I had the strange feeling of walking into a museum, filled with ancient artifacts that I wasn't supposed to touch.

Hisashi followed me up the stairs and to the bedroom I remembered as my own. "I haven't touched anything since you were here last. Got a new bed set for you though." He mumbled, pointing to the forest green comforter and matching pillow cases. "Figured green was a safe bet."

I awkwardly smiled at him and nodded. "Yeah, it usually is."

After that near painful interaction, Hisashi made the right decision to leave me to my own musings, exiting my childhood bedroom.

I threw my backpack onto the bed and plopped down with a huff. I looked around, finding that it really was just the way I left it, right down to the poorly drawn superheroes on the corkboard.

"Maybe this'll be a good thing." I mumbled to myself as I unpacked some of my belongings. "It's not like I left much of a life behind in Japan."

I wasn't very popular at my old school. I was short and soft spoken, basically the blueprint for bullied teenagers. If anything I should be thanking my lucky star that I got to move. A new place where nobody knows me and I can be whoever I want.

But a part of me knew that I wouldn't be able to change myself. I had been trying for the past few years, around the start of middle school, and was still unsuccessful. I guess some people are just destined to be losers.

Once the few items I had brought with me in my bag were placed where I wanted, I threw my backpack in the corner of my room and crawled onto the bed. It was already late and I wanted to try and get used to the time change before school started on Monday.

A new school.

In the middle of the semester.

Great.

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The next morning, when I was finally able to pull myself out of my bed, I wandered down to the kitchen. Hisashi was already there, flipping through the newspaper while sipping from a coffee mug.

I made a beeline for the fridge, grabbing out the orange juice and pouring myself a glass. I took a seat at the table, adjacent to where my dad sat. I sipped on my juice for a few moments in silence, trying to figure out what to say to him.

"Hey dad?" I asked softly, looking over to him.

He raised a brow, signaling that he had heard me.

"How come you never moved back to Musutafu? Even after mom did." I asked. It was a question that I had asked almost my entire life. It had bugged me that the man next to me never moved back home, even after his wife and son left him.

The question seemed to catch him off guard. He took a deep breath and folded the paper up, placing it off to the side as he stared at the coffee mug in front of him.

"It's... complicated." He said finally.

I blinked at him. The son that he let be dragged off to another part of the country asked him why he let it happen and never followed, and he just says 'it's complicated'?

I abruptly stood. "Forget I asked." I said while dropping my glass off at the sink and heading for the stairs.

"Izuku-" My father called after me, but I was already taking the stairs two at a time, ignoring him.

I was left alone in my room for a few hours, until there was a soft knock on the door.

"Yeah?" I called, my voice croaking slightly from the hours of unuse.

"Can you come outside for a second? I have something for you." Hisashi said through the door.

I internally groaned at the thought of leaving the safety of my room, but agreed to go. I threw on a hoodie as I went, flipping up the hood seeing as it was raining outside. Again. I wasn't sure it had stopped raining since I got there.

My father went ahead of me, so I was left to walk through the house on my own. I reached the front door and pushed it open to find....

A truck?

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