blueberry muffins (todoroki x reader)

ch 4

~ the next day ~
your pov:

hearing the sound of your alarm made you want to throw it out the window. you roll over and turn it off. every saturday you wake up at 8 am and work out for a few hours. it's nothing much, just running and using your quirk while fighting.

your favorite move you came up with is throwing a punch with your energy blast. when you punch, your energy blast surrounds your hands. it's enough power to knock a punching bag off its hook and send it flying 45 yards.

There was a facility a few streets away from your house where people could practice using their quirks. it was sort of like a gym, but you could rent out part of a room to practice your powers. you would go every once in a while since your father has a STRICT No-Quirks-In-The-House rule.

your father made sure that you never, EVER used your quirks inside the house. especially your teleportation quirk. that was your mother's quirk, and you and your father never talked about your mother.

your mother took her own life when you were 11 years old. she didn't leave a note (that you know of), so it deeply upsets you since you still do not have any closure. you inherited both of your parents quirks: energy blasts from your father, and teleportation from your mother.

because your father is always drunk and tired, he lost all energy to use his energy blasts. usually you drink a lot of caffeine to keep your energy high, but your father does not, so he essentially has no energy to use his quirk.

you worked out for a few hours before heading home. by the time you got home is was noon-ish and your father had just woken up, already pissed off. as soon as you got home, he immediately started drilling you about leaving without telling him.

"where the fuck were you? you can't just leave without telling me. i control where you go" your father said. he wasn't yelling yet, so you figured you could talk your way out of this.

"dad I just went to workout. i left you a note on the kitchen table." you respond while walking to the kitchen. your father followed.

"see?" you say while pointing at the note.

'going to work out. be back around 12 - y/n'

"why would you leave when the house is a mess. your shit is everywhere!" your father yells while pointing to all the stuff scattered around the living room and kitchen. all of the stuff being... his.

"this is all your stuff. i cleaned up my things already" you respond a little hastily. as soon as the words left your mouth, you knew you were fucked.

you looked up to your father's face. his eyebrows were scrunched and his face began to turn red. you could tell that his blood was boiling.

"alright fine." your father responded while taking a deep breath. "if i find a single thing that is yours in the living room, it's going straight into the trash" your father said while pointing his finger at you.

you paused before saying okay.

you felt pretty confident since you were almost 100% certain nothing of yours was left out that shouldn't be.

that was until your eyes landed on a pair of earrings you left on the side table in the living room. you hoped to some powerful entity that your father would be too overwhelmed with all the other junk around the room to notice the earrings sitting on the table. you distinctly remember, now, getting home from work two nights ago and laying on the sofa. however, your earrings were beginning to bug you, so you took them off and set them on the table.

i'll get those later, you thought to yourself.

you did not get those later.

wide-eyed, you watched your father look around the living room. not touching or moving anything, but looking extremely concentrated at every square inch of the room. his head suddenly turned in the direction of the side table, but it was hard for you to tell if he found the earrings or not. your heart began to race as he walked towards the side table.

fuck

you could feel your heart pounding, almost certain that your father could hear it too.

"well, guess you won't need these anymore" you heard your father mumble as he picked up the earrings. they were your favorite earrings that you wore almost everyday. you watched your father hold the (fav color) earrings out to you and tilt his head to the side before walking past you towards the kitchen.

he's going to throw them away. the last present mom gave me...

"wait please don't throw them away!" you yelled, quickly turning around and lightly jogging after your father. there was no stopping him though, he was already in front of the trash can.

his foot pushed the button on the bottom of the trashcan which opened the lid. the trash was almost completely full, so there would be no way to find the earrings if they went inside.

"dad please i'm sorry! please don't throw those away." hot tears filled your eyes. your hands were outstretched and your eyes were dancing between the earrings and your father's face.

it felt like time was moving in slow motion. the earrings left your father's hands and descended into the open trash bin.

suddenly, you were right next to your father, with your palm facing the ceiling, just in time to catch the earrings.

a moment of relief filled your body, you lightly smiled as you looked at the earrings in your hand. for just a second, you remembered your mother giving you those earrings for your 11th birthday.

that thought left just as fast as it came when you looked up to see your father's hand raised.

a/n: next chapter will include some sensitive topics, like abuse. so please be warned! i promise the story will get more involved with todoroki soon :)