Izuku sighed as he looked over the busy airport. He was going to miss Japan even if his ex-classmates were little shits.

"Now boarding, flight 547 to Los Angeles, America please come up so I can scan your boarding pass, and then you may make your way onto the plane. Flight 547, now boarding." The person announced over the intercom. Izuku stood up and made his way to the desk, closely followed by his mother.

"Hello, may I see your boarding pass and some verification of ID, please?" The woman asked, the two showed her their boarding passes and their IDs. Once deemed acceptable, they made their way onto the plane.

It was a chill flight. Nothing happened, Izuku slept for most of the ride.

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The two arrived at the house, it wasn't anything majorly fancy but it wasn't a crappy stay either.

(I don't wanna make him some multi-millionaire but he will have money so :} )

"Now, as you know, your father has money, but I'm not turning you into some rich brat so you have one-thousand to spend on both your room and your clothes." His mother announced as she finished packing away her things. She then handed him a credit card. "This is yours, you own it, it's under your name. However! at the moment there are only one-thousand dollars on it. When you want you can add money, you have to ask and it has to be approved by either me or your father first unless you earned the money yourself with a job or something."

The green-haired boy nodded his head in understanding. "Thanks, ma!" He said as he took the card.

"No problem baby, now run along." She said as she made a shoo-ing motion with her hands, Izuku defiantly stuck out his tongue but left nonetheless.

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He was currently standing in Hot Topic, he had spent a total of six hundred on his room so he had four hundred to spend on clothes, he decided on a complete wardrobe change. He had gone in two runs, he took his father's car (which had a very big boot), he had a Los Angeles intermediate license, meaning he could drive as long as he had a certificate saying he has permission from his parents basically. Anyway, he had bought things for his bedroom, took them home, and dumped them in the bedroom he would be staying in, and then went back out to buy clothes.

He ran around trying things on, skirts, shirts, hoodies, boots, trainers, beanies, anything you could think of, buying at least three of each.

He made his way up the queue, his vision blocked by the rather large pile of clothes he now held. That was until he bumped into someone.

"Oops-" Izuku began as he peeked over the pile, only to be met with a very hot guy. He had tanned skin, white, messy hair, and piercing red eyes.

'Hot,' he thought to himself as he stared at the male.

"Thank you, cutie," the boy said with a smirk as Izuku blushed profusely.

"I said that out loud?" Izuku squeaked, earning a chuckle from the taller male.

"Yeah, you did, the names Axel, Axel Woods, how about you?"

"I-Izuku Midoriya," he replied as he mentally cursed himself for stuttering.

"Well, ," he said, putting emphasis on the name, "would you like a hand with your clothes?"

"Uh- are you sure? I mean, surely you have better things to do?"

"Nope, I'm incredibly bored and you look like you need some help," he said, eyeing the pile of clothes that were ready to topple over at any moment.

"In that case, sure." Axel smiled as he lifted some of the clothes, handling them easily.

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The two now stood at the checkout, setting down the clothes as the cashier scanned them through and put them in bags. Axel was on his last item of clothing when he realized what it was.

"You crossdress?" He asked, holding up the black and white, plaid skirt, swinging it slightly as he quirked an eyebrow. Izuku's eyes widened in realization.

"U-uh, yeah, I do, I haven't in a while though," he replied sheepishly.

"How come?" Axel asked as he placed the skirt with the rest of the clothes.

"Was picked on for it in middle school so I became kinda self-conscious," he replied as he looked at the ground. Axel hooked his finger under his chin and moved his head so they were facing each other again.

"Well, I for one think you would look great in a skirt," he whispered, smirking. Izuku's face went up in flames as he quickly looked away, earning a soft chuckle from the other male. They were quickly interrupted by the cashier who cleared their throat.

"O-oh, sorry," Izuku laughed as he turned to face the cashier.

"That'll be two hundred and sixty-seven dollars and forty-three cents," they drawled, they obviously didn't want to be here.

"Here you go," Izuku replied cheerfully as he handed them his card, they did something and the transaction went through.

"Thank you, please come again." Izuku nodded at them before lifting his bags.

"You coming?" He asked Axel, the boy looked surprised for a minute before quickly nodding and following after him.

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The boys walked down the street, chatting to each other when Izuku saw something he really wished he hadn't seen. His father and some blonde chick, he looked closely at the two, nearly throwing up on the spot at what he saw, his father, who was still married to his mother, had his tongue stuck down this girl's throat. For fucks sake the girl looked like she was about nineteen.

"Hey I really hate to cut this short, but I have something I need to do," he said as he glared in the direction of the two, gagging as he did so.

"Hey, are you alright?"

Yeah, I'm fine."

"Alright..." He sounded kinda disappointed. He then looked happier, like he'd just thought of an amazing idea, "give me your phone," he demanded as he stuck his hand out.

"Sure?" Izuku replied as he handed the other boy his now unlocked phone. "What are you doing?" He asked as he tried to peek at the phone screen. After about a minute, he handed Izuku his phone back. "What did you do?" The green-haired boy inquired, narrowing his eyes suspiciously.

"You have a new friend on Herogram!" Axel replied with a triumphant smirk, Izuku returned this with a laugh.

"Alright, now, I really have to go," Izuku said, his tone faltering towards the end as he glanced at the two across the street who were still sucking each other's faces off. The two boys said their final goodbyes.

When Axel was completely out of sight, Izuku turned around and marched across the road. The two didn't even notice he was there until he cleared his throat.

"Ahem," he coughed, gaining the attention of the two. Hisashi turned to face the newcomer, clearly annoyed that his make-out session was interrupted. When he saw who it was his expression immediately turned to shock. "May I have a word with him?" Izuku asked the girl, gesturing towards his father, the girl glared at him.

"No, what the fuck!?" She replied.

"Actually, yes you can," Hisashi interrupted, his eyes nervously flitting between his son and his side-chick. "Sorry, baby girl, but he's one of the heroes in training, I need to speak with him, it might be important." The male cooed as his son glared at him.

"Oh, why didn't you say so?" She asked cheerily, her mood immediately changing, "bye, babe!" She said as she kissed his cheek. Izuku led Hisashi far away from the girl, not speaking a single word the entire journey. When he reckoned they were far enough out of earshot he turned to his father.

"Who the fuck was that!?" He spat as he glared at his father. He wasn't as angry as he should be, not when he knew his mother was doing the exact same thing. When in Japan, he had come home from the dorms to find his mother, in her bedroom, making out with some random man. He didn't say anything nor did he act any different because he didn't want his bond with his mother to break, although he doesn't agree with what she did in the slightest, she's still his mother. He was still angry though, he thought his dad was better than this, he thought they both were better than this!

"That was Mei," Hisashi answered.

"Oh, so you actually know her name!?" Izuku asked in sarcastic shock although, he genuinely hadn't expected that.

"Of course I know her name!"

"Sorry, I thought she was just some random whore you picked up to satisfy you!" Hisashi looked at his son, shocked. "Now, give me one good reason why I shouldn't tell Ma."

"I'll pay you, monthly allowance and money for trips or days out for you and any friends you make," the man offered, Izuku wouldn't lie, it was a good deal.

"Fine, I won't tell Ma, but I don't ever want to see any of your girls around the house, nor will I be mentioned if Ma finds out herself." He bargained, Hisashi nodded his head in agreement. Izuku sighed, "I'm going home, bye dad."

"Bye son..."

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Izuku sighed as he went into his room, he set his bags down in the hall and began setting his room up. In the end, he was pretty proud of it.

He had a double bed which had plain white covers on it and an assortment of black and white pillows with a black throw over the end, he had fairy lights hanging over his bed. At the side of his bed he had a white desk:

And in the corner held a white chest of drawers and a full-body length mirror which had vines hanging from it.

He sighed as he began packing away his clothes, setting aside an outfit for tomorrow.

He pulled out his phone as he lay down on the bed, tapping on a certain blonde's contact.

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A/N: Hehe, turn of events, had to add some drama in there. Also, I don't want him to be going to some prestigious school and everyone loves him because of his power, he and his friends will be normal teens, in a normal-ish high school, he and one other's parents have money but neither are spoilt, he's milking the situation here.