When Ingo got home, his father was surprisingly calm about what had transpired on the first day. When Ingo showed him the letter about the re-introduction of the dorm system, he calmly replied :
"Don't worry about your Mother. I'll convince her. In the meantime, you should start packing your bags." He told Ingo before heading downstairs, back into his study.
Ingo followed his father's instruction, and headed up to his room, lying down on his bed. Ingo himself had quite an emotional day, so he wanted nothing more than to just relax and gather himself together. After that attack, he'll need to be more vigilant than ever. Lucky for him, he was naturally very wary of his surroundings, a trait both his parents possessed. But he knew by now that just natural talent won't cut it. He'd need to work hard to look out for himself and those around him, and he was up to the task. Part of him was excited about the new dorms. It meant that he could get to know everyone better, and learn more about them. On the other hand, it meant he wouldn't be able to see his parents much, especially his father. He knew that without Ingo, he would have felt quite lonely at home. Despite them not talking as normal family would, it was a known fact to Ingo that his father did appreciate him. Again, he didn't show it in the most explicit of ways, but he did. He would also probably miss his neighborhood, despite him not having many real friends there, or at all.
Alas, what's done is done. Starting from tomorrow, Ingo would be living in dorms with his other fellow students, and that's just how it was.
With that, he packed his bags with necessities, decorations, ornaments, and also a few gadgets to make sure his dorm was still bearable. He didn't feel very hungry, so he decided to just take a quick shower and head to bed, without having dinner.
The next morning, Ingo woke up, feeling different. He wasn't feeling excited, or happy like he was the morning before. All that was replaced with a rather dark, empty feeling. It didn't feel very strong, strong enough to change the way he acted or spoke, but it was there nevertheless. Most likely, it was leftover from the emotional roller-coaster he was on yesterday.
He felt like he wanted vengeance. Vengeance on the person who attacked U.A. the previous day. But strangely, revenge on the students for making him look like a fool and a coward. Ingo knew that he shouldn't be thinking like that. They were doing their duty as students, and aspiring heroes, something Ingo himself painfully failed to accomplish. Ingo didn't truly know where these emotions really came from. After sitting still for a while, he began to notice that the more he focused on these emotions, his dragonified left arm seemed to glow. He knew that his quirk and emotions had to have been linked somehow, but he couldn't put his finger on it. He decided that he would try and figure it out later, as he had more important matters at hand, than the complexity of his emotions.
After brushing his teeth and having another quick shower (he was quite paranoid about his hygiene), he wore his shirt, tie, and trousers, and then ate breakfast while watching his favorite cartoon, Dragon Sphere G. After he was finished with that , he brought all of his luggage downstairs. He noticed that he had packed quite a lot the previous night. So much so, that he had to carry one fairly large suitcase, a massive backpack, and his normal duffel bag. It would be quite a struggle to get these all the way to the new dorms, especially on foot, but he would have to persevere.
After he had worn his full uniform, he went back downstairs to get one final look at his home. He may not see it for a very long time. It was then that his father, who had seemingly just woken up, came down the stairs, before coming right in front of him. He looked at Ingo and made direct eye contact with him, revealing his hazel eyes that were mostly hidden by his black bangs. He spoke :
"I managed to convince your mother. As long as you don't kill anyone, or blow up the premises, or get hurt yourself, she's fine with you attending. She does want regular updates, however." He said.
"I know things haven't been ideal for you. They usually never are. But no matter what happens, you need to keep pushing forward, son."He continued.
Ingo was quite surprised. His father had never spoke so profoundly before. His father then pat him on the head.
"Good luck out there, Hero." He father finally spoke, with a faint smile.
Ingo was on the verge of tears. He managed to hold them in.
"T-Thanks, Dad. I'll do my best." Ingo replied.
After having exchanged their last words, Ingo finally left the house, slightly tearing up. With one last look back at his neighborhood, he walked forward, into his new dorm life at U.A.
"Don't worry about your Mother. I'll convince her. In the meantime, you should start packing your bags." He told Ingo before heading downstairs, back into his study.
Ingo followed his father's instruction, and headed up to his room, lying down on his bed. Ingo himself had quite an emotional day, so he wanted nothing more than to just relax and gather himself together. After that attack, he'll need to be more vigilant than ever. Lucky for him, he was naturally very wary of his surroundings, a trait both his parents possessed. But he knew by now that just natural talent won't cut it. He'd need to work hard to look out for himself and those around him, and he was up to the task. Part of him was excited about the new dorms. It meant that he could get to know everyone better, and learn more about them. On the other hand, it meant he wouldn't be able to see his parents much, especially his father. He knew that without Ingo, he would have felt quite lonely at home. Despite them not talking as normal family would, it was a known fact to Ingo that his father did appreciate him. Again, he didn't show it in the most explicit of ways, but he did. He would also probably miss his neighborhood, despite him not having many real friends there, or at all.
Alas, what's done is done. Starting from tomorrow, Ingo would be living in dorms with his other fellow students, and that's just how it was.
With that, he packed his bags with necessities, decorations, ornaments, and also a few gadgets to make sure his dorm was still bearable. He didn't feel very hungry, so he decided to just take a quick shower and head to bed, without having dinner.
The next morning, Ingo woke up, feeling different. He wasn't feeling excited, or happy like he was the morning before. All that was replaced with a rather dark, empty feeling. It didn't feel very strong, strong enough to change the way he acted or spoke, but it was there nevertheless. Most likely, it was leftover from the emotional roller-coaster he was on yesterday.
He felt like he wanted vengeance. Vengeance on the person who attacked U.A. the previous day. But strangely, revenge on the students for making him look like a fool and a coward. Ingo knew that he shouldn't be thinking like that. They were doing their duty as students, and aspiring heroes, something Ingo himself painfully failed to accomplish. Ingo didn't truly know where these emotions really came from. After sitting still for a while, he began to notice that the more he focused on these emotions, his dragonified left arm seemed to glow. He knew that his quirk and emotions had to have been linked somehow, but he couldn't put his finger on it. He decided that he would try and figure it out later, as he had more important matters at hand, than the complexity of his emotions.
After brushing his teeth and having another quick shower (he was quite paranoid about his hygiene), he wore his shirt, tie, and trousers, and then ate breakfast while watching his favorite cartoon, Dragon Sphere G. After he was finished with that , he brought all of his luggage downstairs. He noticed that he had packed quite a lot the previous night. So much so, that he had to carry one fairly large suitcase, a massive backpack, and his normal duffel bag. It would be quite a struggle to get these all the way to the new dorms, especially on foot, but he would have to persevere.
After he had worn his full uniform, he went back downstairs to get one final look at his home. He may not see it for a very long time. It was then that his father, who had seemingly just woken up, came down the stairs, before coming right in front of him. He looked at Ingo and made direct eye contact with him, revealing his hazel eyes that were mostly hidden by his black bangs. He spoke :
"I managed to convince your mother. As long as you don't kill anyone, or blow up the premises, or get hurt yourself, she's fine with you attending. She does want regular updates, however." He said.
"I know things haven't been ideal for you. They usually never are. But no matter what happens, you need to keep pushing forward, son."He continued.
Ingo was quite surprised. His father had never spoke so profoundly before. His father then pat him on the head.
"Good luck out there, Hero." He father finally spoke, with a faint smile.
Ingo was on the verge of tears. He managed to hold them in.
"T-Thanks, Dad. I'll do my best." Ingo replied.
After having exchanged their last words, Ingo finally left the house, slightly tearing up. With one last look back at his neighborhood, he walked forward, into his new dorm life at U.A.
