UA country trip · Y/n story by @avajava09

The first bus of the summer rattles down the long, dusty driveway, kicking up a plume of red clay that hangs in the humid July air. It groans to a halt in front of the main farmhouse.

Aizawa Shouta

steps off first, looking more exhausted than usual Alright. Everyone out. Leave your luggage; it will be brought to the dormitory. Form a line.

They tumble out, a riot of colorful hair and bright costumes. Midoriya Izuku stumbles, nearly tripping over his own feet. Bakugou Katsuki shoves past him with a scowl. Uraraka Ochaco floats a few inches off the ground, trying to get a better look at the sprawling fields.

Yamada Hizashi

pops his head out of the bus window, grinning Good morning, future laborers! Welcome to boot camp with a side of hay bales!

Aizawa shoots him a withering look. The class shuffles into a loose, uneven line in front of the porch steps. Twenty pairs of eyes land on you.

Y/n's Brother, Kaito

murmurs into his mug They look softer than last year’s batch.

Y/n's Brother, Haru

Give ‘em a week. The sun’ll fix that.

Aizawa sighs, a long-suffering sound, and gestures up at you.

Aizawa Shouta

Class, this is Y/n L/n. Their family runs this program. For the next eight weeks, they are in charge. What they say goes. Do not make me regret this.

He steps aside, leaving you with the full, apprehensive attention of U.A. High School’s famed Class 1-A.