(Y/n) Aizawa lived most of her life with her mom due to her quirk progressing she couldn't go to regular school so she was home schooled. After a few incidents while (Y/n) was sleeping, her mother wanted nothing to do with (Y/n). So she ended up dum...
The class went fine, and you were able to speak your mind about them crowding you. You also found out why Kaminari didn't talk to you for a bit; it was because he knew you were shy and didn't want to overwhelm you. After class ended, you waited for your dad to finish with work so you, Shinso, and he could go back home. When you got there, you immediately started making dinner.
"So... how was it? Do you think you can stay or do you even want to?" Aizawa asked you.
"Um, it was fine, but I still think it's a bad idea. What if I get nervous and my quirk expands or when I am in the changing room, and I touch one of the other girls? I don't want to hurt anyone else. I mean that's why I am here, I became too deadly while sleeping." You argued. When you lived with your mom, she would force you to wear a quirk-disabling bracelet when going out. That would cause no problems, and you could touch people and things, but you cannot rely on it since when you would take it off your quirk would become unpredictable and unstable, so it would expand over a large area absorbing people, animals, and other stuff, almost killing anything that's living.
"You have to be able to live a normal life, plus I am there to turn it off if it gets worse, not to mention Hitoshi can help," he protested. At that moment, Hizashi Yamada - your dad's boyfriend - walked in. "Hizashi, help me explain to (Y/n) that going to school is good,"
"She's your daughter, but oh well, (Y/n) he's not wrong. How will you be able to do something in your life if you don't leave the house? No one knows you here, so don't expect everyone will call you a monster. Although if you are scared, remember we are here to help, and there are heroes there, so don't worry about them. Just try to work on controlling and not being afraid of yourself, or it'll get worse. The fear will make you have less control, and you don't even try to." Yamada told you. He was the rational one and much more persuasive to help than your dad.
You looked at your dad then at Yamada, "I guess that's true... how can you be a better dad than my own?" Shinso snorted at your question while your dad just scoffed at it.
"Who knows, maybe you're just a complicated child?" He joked back at you. Both of you laughed at Aizawa, who was disappointed that you two are still childish. "In all seriousness, the school is a good environment for you, and it helps that all of you have strong quirks. Like Midoriya, he breaks his bones when he uses his quirk. I bet if he got control over it, then no more broken bones." Yamada explained to you. Your thoughts went to the cute small freckled boy that you met at lunch. To think that his bones break when using his quirk.
"Okay, I get it. I need to practice with it... we can start after dinner or something, for one, none of you can cook a decent meal in this house. Honestly, how are you guys still alive." You exclaimed, taking a jab at all three of them.
"(Y/n), I wonder the same thing all the time," Shinso told you as he shook his head in disappointment.
You let out a sigh as you took out the ingredients to cook (f/f). "I feel bad for you Hitoshi," you told your brother.
"I also feel bad for myself too."
"I have such rude children," your dad sighed as he laid on the couch, lazily with his boyfriend. You ignored him and continued to cook. After you completed, you set the table and grabbed drinks for everyone. The four of you ate like a family, and it made you smile. When you guys finished, you told them that you wanted to do some reading in your room, so that's what you did.
"The first day of school after like a decade of homeschool," you muttered to yourself as you put down (f/b) and removed your gloves. Your eyes look at the bunch of gloves you have, the winter ones, the exercising ones, the ones if you are going out (like the ones you have on now), ones that go past your elbows, there are so many types you have even in different colors. With your bare hands, you touched your cheek, they were surprisingly cold for being gloves all the time. Tears flowed down your face as you can't remember the last time you've felt warm hands touch you. You can't even remember hugging someone, you're so touch-starved. "Crap," you muttered out as you wiped your tears. All you ever wanted was to hug someone again and not wear thick clothing that made you not feel them. Honestly, you felt sorry for yourself, not because you couldn't touch anyone but because you felt like you are a monster, something that needed to be put down. You squeezed your arms tightly as you held back your tears.
If this doesn't describe me mood idk what does :)))
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