Izuku's POV~

My mom had waited for me before heading to America, so we were able to fly there together. The flight was about eleven and a half hours long. I was a little surprised, I thought it'd take longer. Once we actually landed in the states, we had to get right back onto another flight, to get to the specific state where my father was waiting for us. The whole trip was pretty quiet. My mother made no attempt at small talk and I don't think I could have even if I wanted to. I felt physically sick from leaving my mates.

We ended up in some state called Oregon. I think it's on the east coast, but I'm not sure, in school we never studied American states. I almost we wish we had, I mean we studied english, so that makes moving here a little easier, but it would be nice to know where the frick I actually am.

My father wasn't waiting for us at the airport and I wasn't surprised in the slightest. When my mother saw that he wasn't going to show up, she told me that he wanted to, but he had a work meeting. She called a cab and we made our way to our new home.

We pulled up to a big house that could probably pass as a rich person's log cabin. It looked to be three stories tall maybe? One the bottom floor it had floor to ceiling glass windows. It was right next to a rocky shore and the side that faced it had a beautiful white balcony with french style doors. If I knew one thing from looking at this house, is a) we could never afford it and b) I wanted that room.

When the car came to a stop, my mom and I got out of the car. I was still looking around the place in awe. I turned to my mother who was smiling at me. "I knew you'd like it. You're father sent me pictures of the property when he was trying to convince me to move. He said you get the room with the balcony." She said with a wink. I almost squealed in excitement. At least there was one good thing about coming here.

We quickly grabbed our bags and moved to the front doors. My mom pushed them opened and we headed in. The first floor was an open floor plan, so the kitchen and living room were both the same room. Does that make sense?

"Come here, I'll show you where you're room is." She said. She moved to the stairs and walked me through the bigs house. "We may get a little lost, I only have the directions your father gave me." Her voice was weary as the looked between two different hallways.

We finally made it to a wooden door painted a crisp white. She turned to smile at me before pushing the door open. My new room was twice as big as the dorm rooms. I complete bypassed everything else about the room and made a beeline to the double doors with a sheer drape covering them. I moved the cloth away and turned the handle, stepping out onto the white balcony. I took a deep breath of the salty air and slowly released it. I had a feeling I'd be spending a lot of time out here.

"I see you're happy with the balcony." I deep voice said from behind me. It sounded vaguely familiar and sent an unpleasant shiver down my spine. I got a flash of a distant memory, just the physical pain of it, but it was gone. I turned back around to see who had spoken.

An average height man with unruly green hair was standing at the doorway to my massive room, one arm wrapped around my mother. I instantly recognized him as my father. I hadn't seen him in years, what are you supposed to say in this situation? Oh hey dad! If I'm being completely honest I forgot you existed until a day or two ago when I discovered I had to leave my mates to come live with the bastard that emotionally abused me and my mother for years until eventually abandoning us. No I don't think that would end well. It might give my mother a heart attack.

I settled for a small head nod, not trusting that if I used my voice, all my inner thoughts would come out into the open. "Good, you're mother said you'd love it, but I wanted to be sure. I'm so happy to have you guys back." He said with a smile, but it didn't seem right. It didn't seem genuine in a way, almost like he was hiding something behind it. I shook my head, trying to rid myself of my paranoid thoughts. There's no point to freaking out over nothing.

"And we're happy to be back." My mother said with a polite smile that didn't reach her eyes. I think she's finally second guessing this decision. Good, maybe we'll move back home soon.

"How about some dinner?" My dad asked. My mother eagerly nodded and we all made our way back down to the kitchen.

Kirishima's POV~

"He fucking did what?!" I shouted at Bakugou. If his father so much as laid a hand on my mate, I'm gonna kill him.

"He almost fucking killed him, and if you would sit your asses down and stop inturupting me, I'd explain." He shouted back, just as angry as me. I was about to keep the fight going, when Denki grabbed my arm and pulled me down onto the couch. My angry friend smirked in triumph before his mate also pulled him to sit down, but on his lap instead on a chair. This time it was my turn to smirk. At least my mates don't have me on a tight leash.

If I'm being honest though, I'm happy for Bakugou. He deserves to have a good mate like Todoroki, and it's good for everyone else because Todoroki is the one person. Besides maybe Izu, who can keep the explosive blonde in check. We all need a little bit of calm Bakubro in our life. To much of the angry one could probably end the world.

"Whatever shitty hair, just listen to me okay?" He began the sentence with malice, but his tone become urgent by the end of it. My mate and I were listening intently. "Deku's dad is a shit person. When we were young, like really young, maybe three years old, he started to spend more nights at my house. He would always just say he wanted to hang out with me, but from the way he'd clam up, I knew that wasn't the only reason. One night he spilled that his dad was always yelling. Whether it was directed at him or his mom, it didn't matter. He said he couldn't sleep at night because the shouting would keep him up. I told my mom, but seeing as there were no signs of abuse, just a lot of yelling, we couldn't do a damn thing. She just let him come over whenever he asked. A few years later, when we were ten or eleven, the abuse really started. He became all quiet and shit, and would flinch when anyone so much as brushed against him. He stopped eating and would only talk if someone was directly asking him something. I didn't really think much of it, I was just a fucking kid then and I was stupid as shit. When he started to show up at school with bruised and a busted lip, then I was worried. I tried to get him to tell me, but he wouldn't budge. One day he showed up at my doorstep with heavy bleeding from a deep gash on his side. I wanted to take him to the hospital, but he wouldn't fucking let me. I cleaned him up the best I could and he finally told me about his dad. Apparently the asshole had started by telling him that he was fat and talked to much, saying good omegas are seen, not heard and all that shit. He went as far to say that his mates would never want him if he kept up his behavior." He stopped for a second as Denki and I let out dangerous growls. "Yeah, my reaction exactly." He said before continuing the story. "I wanted to go to the cops or at least tell the old hag, but he begged me not to. He said his mom was planning on leaving with him, but he had to wait just a little bit longer, and I agreed to keep it a secret. That's the biggest mistake I've ever made. A couple weeks later he was in the hospital half dead. Apparently his dad had gone to far while beat the shit out of him and he tried to run, his dad chased him and pushed him down the stairs. He smacked his head on the bottom of them. I still have no idea how he got away from the bastard, no one ever fucking told me. But the whole thing left Deku with amnesia. He doesn't remember his dad almost killing him. He thinks he just tripped going down the stairs. He doesn't remember the extent of the abuse, he just thinks his dad was a dick basically." He stopped their and I assumed the story had ended.

Denki stood up and looked at all of us, the entirety of class 1-A. "Well, are you guys coming?" He asked us.

"What the hell are you talking about dunce face?" Bakugou asked him. I almost snapped at him for the nickname, but I reminded myself that it's just how he is.

"To save our goddamn mate."