MHA/BNHA Stories.

Damage.

The artwork isn't mine, credit where credit is due. This will be a fem reader, platonic Dad Mic one-shot.

N/N = Nickname 

Why am I here? I didn't even get invited to this party...And yet...Here I am standing off in the corner, ignoring people, especially this guy that won't stop talking. I just want to go back home. There is only a week before uni starts back up, and I'd honestly rather spend that time at home or with my real friends.

Scanning the room, she attempts to find the one semi-friend she knows. The person that got her into this party in the first place. Stepping around drunkards, and couples that need to find an empty room, the h/c head/haired individual frowns. Did he ditch me? Where the hell did he go?

After searching for another twenty minutes only to find out that he did indeed ditch you, Y/n gave up. Why be there if you weren't having fun? The music was great, however, the people were not. You could only tell a person no so many times to a shady-looking drink before it started to piss you off.

Maneuvering your way to the front of the house, you finally made your escape. Taking a deep breath once you are outside. The fresh air filled your lungs, refreshing you. Getting into the car, you did your normal routine, checking the mirrors, buckling in, etc, before heading off.

It wasn't late, the party had started at eight, you left before nine-thirty. Turning on the radio, you smiled as your father's voice came out of the speakers. The program had just started and would last into the wee hours of the morning. A call came through, cutting off the program. Answering it, you were delighted to know that your real friends wanted to hang out some more.

Agreeing to meet up at everyone's favorite karaoke club, you carefully turned around, heading in the right direction. This was going to be a blast! Great friends, good food, goofing off, singing and gaming. Much better than that house party. The thought of it made you smile.

Sadly you didn't make it to the real party. A drunk driver blindsided you hard. Your father's shiny new car was totaled, Y/n's body jerked as the airbag deployed. L/n would have been tossed around like a salad if she hadn't been wearing her seatbelt. Shaken up, you did the first thing that came to mind, besides crawling out of the car, calling daddy.

Sobbing, shaky fingers pushed each button. Everything hurt like hell but you were alive. Your mind flashed back to this morning. "Hey, Dad."

"Hello Songbird, what's up?" He smiled while glancing up from his papers. "I was wondering if it was okay if I went out with my friends later today."

"Will there be nonbinary babes, girls, boys~?"

"Dad..." Being asked that was embarrassing. "If there's going to be boys, babes, gals, etc, then take my car. I don't trust them, no, anyone with your safety."

You smiled, "so I can go?" Nodding his head, he hums in approval after fishing out his car keys and a bit of cash. Fist pumping the air, you pecked your father's cheek, thanking him prior to taking the offered items. "Just be careful, have fun, don't do anything I would do."

"Isn't the saying, don't do anything I WOULDN'T do?" So much emphasis was put on wouldn't. To this Mic laughed, "yes but there isn't a lot I wouldn't do."

"Father!"

"What? I was a wild child, that's never going to change." Rolling your eyes, you both laughed. You then made lunch for you both before helping him grade overdue papers. It was hard to believe that wasn't even twelve hours ago.

Now you were sitting a good distance away from his car. Tears flowing from your eyes. A few good samaritans stopped to help you and the drunkard out. Checking on your wounds and making sure the cars weren't going to explode.