Attention to whoever this may concern. I don't own BNHA or any of the pictures, unless specified.
Ever had a troubled past and afraid what other people think? Yeah me too...
Anyway this is my very first story so if you don't like let me down easy.
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"Welcome home sweetheart." Your mother gave you a nauseatingly sweet smile.
You warily greeted her back, "Hello mother."
"I made spicy chicken teriyaki for you." She said while turning back to the stove. It sure did smell like it and it made your mouth water, but the scent was off, and you couldn't tell what it was. Something else wasn't right either. Your mother was acting too sweet. The house, too quiet.
"Mother, I'm only here to get my belongings. I'm not going to eat, I'm not hungry." You started inching towards the dining room door to get your stuff, not once turning your back to your mother. She slammed the spoon she was using to stir the food on the counter, which made you jump.
"We are going to sit down and eat together. You are going to tell me where you are staying, and you are not going to lie about it because I know where you are staying and what you've been up to." She stopped and took a deep breath, "Now, please have a seat at the table and wait for me to finish cooking." She finished with a false sweetness. You begrudgingly took your seat and pulled out your phone to text Shoto.
You: On second thought...do you mind coming over?
You sat there flicking your eyes between your phone and your mother while waiting for his response which came in seconds later.
Shoto ♥: Of course (Y/n). I'll be in a few minutes.
You: Do you think you can sneak up stairs and pack some of my essentials? Mother won't let me leave the table.
Shoto ♥: Sure thing love.
You tuck your phone down in your lap and wait.
Several minutes later you hear a knock at the door. You leap up a little eagerly, "I'll get it." You rush out of the room before your mother could respond. You swing open the door and as soon as you saw Shoto you leaped up into his arms. You give him a kiss and whisper to him, "If you can somehow get us both out of here before we have to eat, I'll reward you tonight." A smile formed on his face and set you down, gently, and gave you a kiss on the forehead.
"You can count on me." He whispered back to me.
"(Y/n)! Who's at the door?" My mother hollered from the kitchen.
I led him to the kitchen, "This is Todoroki." I introduced him to my mother. She turned to look him over, her eyes paused a little too long to look at his face.
"Have a seat. (Y/n) give him a plate as well." Her icy tone told me she wasn't impressed with my decision to invite him.
