What if Masaru wasn't Katsuki's Bio Father?
What if Katsukis uncle was Aizawa?
What if Katsuki Moved to New york?
What if Katsuki's real bio father was Jamaican & Spanish?
What if Katsuki was flexible and did Dance and Gymnastics?
What if Izuku was...
"Omg are we almost there yet!!"i say whining to my parents who are in the front seat.
"Katsuki if you don't stfu 10th time you've said that in the past 8 mins"the blond in the front said.
"Well i'm bored,hungry,and tired from that long ass plane ride"i say whining even louder.
The old hag was about to turn around to hit me but was stopped by my dad saying"cálmate por favor(calm down please)"she huffed and and turned around but not before giving me a warning glare.
[an hour later]
"Ok we're her-"before my mom could even finish what she was saying i jumped out the car, and started stretching do to the fact i have been cooped up in the car for 3 hours"mm-gawd fuckin damn"i say with my mouth open looking wide-eyed at our new house or should i say fuckin upgraded house.
My mom hops out the car and walks next to me pushing my mouth shut"Looks nice right"my dad says coming up behind the old hag wrapping his arms around her waist.
I look at him like he has to fuckin head then say"Nice!?!? TF YOU MEAN^nICe~^this shit is fuckin incredible!?!".
He chuckled before grabbing mine and old hags hands leading us inside to show us around.
The house
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When You First Walk in
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The kitchen
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