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When Hinata moves to Brazil to focus on volleyball, he doesn’t stop to consider that he’s leaving his boyfriend Kenma behind.
Hinata was always intense when he played volleyball, but during his third year, his intensity reached a new level. He always had a volleyball within arm’s reach and would try to spike it against any surface regardless of whether it would be socially acceptable or not. Whenever he visited Kenma, he always wanted him to set for him. Kenma loved setting to Hinata, but he could never keep up and Hinata never wanted to stop.
Rumor had it Kageyama would be on the next Olympic team at this rate and Hinata didn’t want to lose to him.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Vivi was not startled by Usopp and Chopper cheering as Luffy reeled in a large fish, nor was she startled by Zoro and Sanji breaking out into a fight over the appropriate amount of sake consumption before dinner. The thing that finally startled her was Robin asking, “Why did you join this crew?”
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Camie wants to hook up Inasa with Todoroki. Bakugou wants Camie to leave him out of her crazy plans. Todoroki wants to try do things his father would hate. And Inasa just wants to hang out with Todoroki.
Camie: update: plan 3 failed
Bakugou: There was a plan three?
Camie: dont worry bout it boo
Camie: but I really liked plan 3 😭😭😭
Here's all you need to know: Midoriya and Bakugou meet again after six years while robbing the same train. The conductor takes a bullet to the head. Tokoyami falls in love with a famous singer while searching for a demon. Todoroki stands up to his father. The once-dead conductor tracks down the man that killed him. The transcontinental train, the UA Express, reaches its destination covered in blood and shrouded in mystery.
Chapter 1: All Aboard the UA Express! Our Cast Gathers
A second preview of my Halloween fic for this year. Not so much spooky, just weird. A 1920s crime caper that details a series of robberies and hijackers aboard the train the UA Express. Read the first preview here and the second beneath the cut!
I’ll be posting the first chapter of “A Series of Unfortunate Events” on ao3 on October 1st.
1923
UA Express
“This is so exciting!” Uraraka gushed as she they moved forward in the line. She looked over at a group of people wearing all black. The men and women carried instrument cases. “Do you think they’re part of an orchestra? An orchestra all in black? It's so fancy, Izuku!"
Midoriya had known Uraraka for more than half his life and he only ever saw her get this excited about money and sitting on the edge of a ridiculously tall building. She was clutching her train ticket the same way she clutched wads of money, like it was the most precious, beautiful thing in the world. Their tickets weren’t first class, or even second, but they were tickets to the famous UA Express. Built in just under a year and promising a three-and-a-half-day trip across the continent, the UA Express was a jewel of modern travel, the best since the Titanic.
Midoriya really hoped the maiden voyage of the UA Express turned out better than the Titanic.
Uraraka looked up at him. Peeking out of the collar of her white button up was the soft, curved edge of black ink. His eyes were drawn to it and even after all these years, his chest went tight with guilt at the sight. Because of him, she marked herself like that. Because he was burned, because he was scarred, she marked herself, too.
She asked him something else, but he hardly heard it.
Midoriya looked up from her neck towards her smiling face. He tried to recall what she said. He couldn’t and all that came out of his mouth was, “Uh…”
Uraraka just laughed. Then, her eyes caught on something. She tugged hard on his sleeve, using so much force that Midoriya actually moved several inches down to her level.
“That’s them, isn’t it?” she asked, nodding towards where Todoroki Shouto stood with his father, the famous war hero, General Todoroki "Endeavor" Enji. Her smile was gone, replaced by a seriousness he only ever saw when they were on a job.
“Yeah,” Midoriya said, voice low, “that’s them.”
“I hate him already,” she whispered venomously. “Don’t you hate him, Izuku?"
“Ahem,” a friendly voice said.
Midoriya and Uraraka looked forward. They had reached the front of the line without realizing and a young conductor was holding out his hand with a smile. Though the train was sparkling sapphire blue, the conductors uniforms were a crisp crimson, which matched the young conductor's hair.
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