You are Y/N Mellows, a regular, independent, trauma-induced teen who lives with her alcoholic mother and does everything for herself. You have a big sister you barely see and who is currently the #4 pro hero, Spyder, and a big brother who works for...
"Wake the fuck up Y/N!!" you hear your mother yell into your room as she let out a small hiccup, you slightly open your eyes and sigh "that is..unless you don't wanna go to UA or whatever that place was called" she said slipping out of your room and wobbling to her own room before calling out "and make me somethin to eat!!" and slamming the door. You groan quietly and roll over to the other side of your bed, snatching your phone off the charger and squinting at the time. You sit up and shake your head slowly "really..it's 4:15 in the damn morning.." you say "must've finished off that bottle she came home with last night.." you say peeling off your covers and slipping your feet into your slippers. You stop briefly to stretch and rub your eyes before leaving your room and heading down the stairs to make breakfast for your mother.
You let out a yawn and walk into the kitchen only to see a shirtless man in boxers fixing coffee "oh god.." you mumble "annd she brought yet another back with her too.." you sigh and look up to see the man looking straight at you. "hello?? Could you kindly stop looking at me? weirdo.." you sarcastically ask him while rolling your eyes and going for the fridge, taking out sausage, eggs, and a loaf of bread "good morning to you too princess" you hear the man say as your rumaging through the fridge. Cringing, you close the fridge and set the stuff on the counter, slightly shoving him as you make your way to the cabinet "Ok, could you please um- refrain from calling me any type of name considering I don't know you? thank you" you say bluntly, never taking a glance at the man "and could you please go somewhere else? maybe like upstairs to help the woman who your actually here for? I hear her throwing up." you say finally standing upright and giving the strange man an obviously irritated and tired look and pointing your finger towards the stairs "will you go already?? tryna make my mama some damn breakfast thank you very much." you mumble
"yeah yeah whatever, but if you ever need any company.." he says as he looks you up and down but stops as he catches the look your giving him. He rolls his eyes and mumbles something to himself, grabbing the open beer on the counter and stomping upstairs "big ass feet..wont last three fucking days i bet.." you mumble irritatedly as you grab a pan to cook everything in.
--Time skip brought to you by that creepy ass encounter and my laziness--
As you scarf down the remains of your food you come across a picture of a blonde-haired guy with a black tank top and green jeans working out on Instagram. You take a slight liking to him so you like the picture and follow him, after washing off your dish, you look at the caption of the picture 'Getting ready to kick ass and become fucking #1 at U.A see ya at the top extras!💥' you scoff "pfft- he look aggrogant as fuck-".
You grab the plate you made for your mother and take it upstairs, opening her door you see her unconscious on her bed with the man from earlier next to her looking at his phone, as you set the plate down on her dresser you swear you see a flash in the corner of your eye but you brush it off as being the sun and go to your room closing the door behind you 'I know I'm not dumb, i swear i saw a damn flash-' you think to your self while going into your bathroom and staring at yourself in the mirror.
Sighing, you grab your phone from your bra and look at the time before turning on your shower playlist and turning on the shower, waiting until it gets hot, you slip off your sports bra and black basketball shorts off and step in. You grab your candied lemon scented sugar scrub and taking a small handful of the contents, you spread it all over your body, thoroughly scrubbing ever inch of your body with your loofah. After your very relaxing shower, you grab your towel and step out only to get attacked by the cold air outside of the shower, slightly shivering from the cold, you hurry and dry off. Sitting on the edge of the tub, you grab set your tropic glow body butter down and take a handful and spread it all over your body, quietly humming to 'beautiful mistakes' by Maroon 5 and Megan thee stallion. You stand up, screwing the top back on the container and setting it down on the counter, grab your robe and put it on as you walk out of your bathroom and into your room which is filled with even more cold air. You look through your mess of a closet and finally settle for a black/gray cropped shirt, some plain black/grey leggings, and your grey and white nike hightops since you didn't want to get your all white ones dirty.
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{the one on the left is your outfit but you could choose either}
After getting dressed, you go back into your bathroom to fix your nappy head. You grab a brush and attempt to tame the beast that has settled itself on your head. After what seemed like hours, you brushed your hair into cute afro puff and did some quick edges. You grabbed your phone and checked the time "crap-" you huff as you rush out of the bathroom and snatch your phone cord out the wall and grab the brown gucci crossbody purse you set on your unmade bed and rush out of your room and downstairs.
You stop for a minute to catch your breath and look in the full body mirror by the front door "ok ok- gotta go now" you say to yourself, as your about to open the door, you slightly flinch as you feel a hand placed on your shoulder. You look behind you to see the man from earlier and smack his hand away "dont touch me." you spit bluntly staring him straight in the eyes "where do you think your going?" the man said with an eyebrow raised, his finger tapping the bottle of beer he's holding. "none of your business, who are you?? my fucking dad? because if your not you need to leave me the hell alone. Go mess with my mother not me" you say opening the door and stepping out "now if you'll excuse me." you say slamming the door in his smug face and locking it.
