Anticipation lingered in the air as the plane finally touched down on the tarmac. He looks out of the window, eyes gazing over the city that he can see from his seat. With a deep breath, he follows the crowd off the plane.

He hoped this was a good idea. He didn't travel all the way to New York just to be turned away.

There's a part of himself that tries to will away the knowledge that Bakugou wouldn't want to see him. That after everything he had done, he'd send Izuku packing.

Well, it was his unlucky day.

As he drags his suitcase of the conveyor belt, standing by the gate is Bakugou. In all his spiky haired glory.

He clearly wasn't happy to see Izuku.

"Kacchan?" Izuku says softly, in disbelief that Bakugou was actually here.