the confession

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Papa's eyes widen as he stands up and rushes over to me, picking me up and checking me over for any injuries. I giggle. "Don't worry Papa I'm not hurt from the villain attack!!" Papa smiles at me but he then sees my broken nose. "Then why's your nose broken?" I start rubbing the back of my neck. "I accidentally tripped while walking in the classroom and I landed on my face." Papa sighs as he starts walking out of the classroom. "And why didn't you go to the nurse?" I just shrug. "I didn't want to bother anybody and then the villain attacked so I couldn't go anyways."

Papa stops in front of a door and shifts me so he can use one of his hands to open the door. He walks in and sets me on a bed as Recovery Girl walks over to inspect my nose. "How did this happen child?" I giggle as she kisses my face to heal my nose. "I tripped at school." She just nods and then hits me with her cane. "Oww.." "that for not going to the nurses office while you had the chance." I just raise my arms asking Papa to pick me up.

After Papa picks me up he takes me back to his classroom where all the kids are. I still don't really like older kids so I hide my face in Papa's neck, slowly drifting off to sleep to the smell of coffee.
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Time skip to a month later.
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I'm still bullied at school everyday. I hide all my wounds from Papa but one day was really bad and I ended up getting a huge wound on my back, that I couldn't treat myself. I knew I had to tell Papa so he could help me clean up my wound, but I'm scared that he'll be mad at me.

I shake off those thoughts and walk down to the living room where Papa was doing work. I sit next to Papa on the couch and take a deep breath. "P-papa I need to tell you something..." Papa turns to me with a raised eyebrow. I take in a shaky breath and close my eyes. "Papa I'm being bullied at school because everyone thinks I'm quirkless. This has been happening for a month and I'm sorry for hiding this from you but I can't treat the wound on my back so can you please help me... And please don't hurt anybody!!" I wait for a response for a couple of minutes. I couldn't stand the silence anymore so I looked up at Papa. My eyes widened as I saw tears running down his face. "Papa are you okay?!?! Why are you crying!?!" He just stands up and pick me up off the couch. He walk to the bathroom and sets me down on the counter, with my back to him. "Take off your shirt." I slowly take off my shirt and I hear a gasp from Papa. 'is it that bad?'

After Papa patches me up he tells me to get ready to go so I get ready in this.

After Papa patches me up he tells me to get ready to go so I get ready in this

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Instead of peach it's red

After I finished getting ready I head downstairs and wait for Papa. I hear him coming down the stairs so I turn around to look at him. When my eyes land on him my jaw drops. Papa's outfit looks amazing on him.
(This is what Aizawas wearing.)

I squeal while hopping up and down as Papa walks over to me

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I squeal while hopping up and down as Papa walks over to me. "What are you squealing?" I giggle as I hug Papa. "Because you look amazing in that outfit Papa!" I giggle again when I see a blush spread across Papa's face. He just huffs and grabs my hand, dragging me outside. "Papa where are we going?" I just smirks. "You'll find out when we get there." I just pout because I'm not a fan of surprises out of the blue. After about twenty minutes of walking we stop in front of a huge building. I look up at it and gasp.
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I need ideas on where Aizawa took Izuku so if you have any ideas please comment them.

Have a good day everyone!!

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