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Loud - 45

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TW: Arguing, controlling parents, panic attacks

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Momo Yaoyorozu - Shoto Todoroki
July 10, 2021: 04:30 PM - 04:36 PM

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Pacing around the room Momo clasped the phone in her hands tightly. She walked around her couch in a repeated oval, something she could imagine Ochako saying was making her dizzy. With all the confidence she could muster she opened her phone, scrolling past all the contacts before she found her father's. She sat down on the couch as a way to keep herself grounded.

"In and out," She whispered to herself as she took a deep breath. "In and out."

Momo pressed the call button. She heard the ringing sound go on for a couple of seconds before it stopped. The first thing she heard from the phone was a voice she never imagined hearing anytime soon.

"Momo," The voice was rough, unfriendly, and cold. The same voice that would coerce her into pointless business opportunities.

"Father," Momo replied, her voice seeming almost distant and fearful of what lay ahead. She could almost feel the confidence dripping out of her second by second.

"Have you finally come to your senses?" A different voice asked this time, almost condescending. Her mother was there. Her mother was with him.

Silence.

"When will you come back to us Momo, you're our child." Her voice was toxic, seeming friendly at first but was something else entirely. Momo instantly felt her heart thud against her chest.

"Just-," Momo paused, hesitating on what to say next. "Just please let me speak."

"What is it then?" Her father spoke this time. "Come on, out with it."

"I'm not doing anything you guys want me to, so don't think I'm calling for those reasons," She tried confidently speaking, her hands wrapped around the seat of the sofa tightly.

A loud sigh was audible over the phone. "Has that Todoroki kid got into your head again?" Momo's father asked, Momo could practically imagine her father rubbing his forehead in stress. The image of her father making her feel more uneasy.

"No!" Momo replied almost instantly. "This is all brought about by my own accord. I just want to tell you two that you don't control me anymore."

"It isn't controlling Momo, we only want what's best for you." Lies.

"Wanting what's best for me isn't forcing me into modeling," Momo looked to the side, her voice quiet and bitter.

"Yet you're the one who had a little amateur photoshoot," Her mother's voice sounded proud and almighty, feeling as if she outsmarted Momo. "Are you sure you weren't doing that to get our attention?"

"That isn't why at all," Momo took an audible deep breath, already feeling drained from the conversation. "I wanted to create better memories of the modeling industry, not anything like what you two forced me into."

"There you go again with that controlling nonsense, we're not controlling you Momo, we're just raising you into the suitable woman you can be,"

"The suitable woman you want me to be," Momo corrected, feeling her confidence slowly rise. Yet that correction was what would slowly set her parents off.

"Will you just listen to us!" He raised his voice, the pounding of a surface in frustration was audible to Momo. Momo cringed at the loud tone and instinctively threw her phone aside as she covered her ears, bringing her knees close to her chest. The confidence that was there before fading in an instant. "You're Momo Yaoyorozu, as long as you have that last name you're connected to us whether you like it or not!" His tone was commanding and ear piercing.

His voice was still audible over her hands over her ear. The moment Momo heard his words she could practically feel all her confidence slowly drip away.

"I'm my own person," Momo quietly insisted, still believing those words that she constantly said to herself over and over again.

"Who raised you since childhood!" It wasn't a question, she knew that. "Your mother and I did! It doesn't matter what efforts you make to separate yourself from us, you're still a Yaoyorozu by blood!" Momo's heart thudded against her chest, a sense of fear overwhelming her. She felt trapped. She felt like there was no escape. Her breaths grew uneven as she desperately tried to breathe in and out.

"Why are you so silent? Do you have anything to say for yourself Momo Yaoyorozu?" The added last name was spoken so venomously. It made her feel like she did something wrong, despite knowing she didn't.

There was silence over the phone as Momo desperately tried to find her voice. She still believed and held onto the kind words that her friends had said to her before, but didn't know how to voice them over the loud, forceful, and commanding tone of her father.

"I apologize," Momo said instinctively. "I'm trying to-" Her voice was interrupted with a shrill laugh. Her voice wasn't getting through to them.

"Look at you, you're still speaking in the proper manner we raised you to," Momo's eyes widened. "You're still our little Momo Yaoyorozu, our precious child," If a voice could drip with venom that tone was it.

Momo stayed silent after that, desperately trying to focus on her breathing as it grew more uneven.

In and out.

"You may make your own choices but who did you listen to consistently as a child."

In and out.

"Look at how much potential you have to be so much more."

In and out. In and out. In and out.

"We raised you to follow in our footsteps and look at you now in the public eye just like us!"

In and out. In and out. In and out. In and out. In and out.

Momo couldn't hear her parents anymore, all she heard was the sound of her raging breaths and their warped voices through the phone. Grabbing the cellphone, she threw earlier, she ended the call, her eyes blurry. She closed her eyes tight as she fell to her knees. Arms around her body as a sense of chills erupted within. Pools of tears ran down her cheeks as she choked out a sob. Throat closing, as if she was being choked, she wheezed out a desperate plea for help.

She gripped her phone for dear life as she attempted to breathe in patterns. She went to her emergency contacts the best she could and called the only number that was on that list. Her hands shook with every motion. The moment the call started all Shoto could hear was Momo's wretched sobs over the phone as she attempted to speak. It was all a jumble of words always pausing with a choked sob or heavy breathing. Momo couldn't hear him, as if he was far away, but she heard his loud voice, desperately calling to her. Then the call ended when Momo quietly heard the start of Shoto's car.