Fuck airports.

Waiting with the hordes of shitty mouthbreathers in the security check line like a civilian was the worst part. Katsuki worked hard to be a hero, yet he couldn’t be trusted to get on a goddamn airplane? He could literally blow your head off with his bare hands, yet his slightly over 3 ounces of mouthwash was way more of a threat to security personnel.

Whatever. He wasn’t about to question the plot holes of this world.

For context of this whole shit fest, Class 1-A had taken a trip to the US as a means of vacation. It was nothing less than amazing, with the sightseeing and exploring combined with days staying in the 5-star resort and relaxing. However, all good things come to an end.

To Katsuki, you were probably the best part about this whole airport bullshit. Not like he'd ever admit it, though.

After a ridiculously long time, your flight landed back in Musutafu. The blonde began to collect your luggage from the carousel. After obtaining the two suitcases, you heard his voice snapping you out of your thoughts.

"C'mon, I got our shit. Aizawa texted saying there'll be a cab waiting for us outside the airport. Terminal 3." Katsuki said, holding onto the luggage.