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Y/n was sitting at her vanity, already dressed, trying to cover the marks on her neck, when her mom knocked on her door and peeked her head in.
"Y/n, it's time to get ready for school," M/n said," Oh, you're already dressed."M/n walked into the room and made Y/n scoot over so she could sit.
"How are you feeling, baby," M/n asked, looking at her in the mirror.
"I'm doing better," Y/n said, leaning her head on her mom's shoulder," but sometimes, it's hard for me to sleep at night. All I can feel is hands on me, or when I close my eyes, all I can see is when he had dad pinned on the ground and slamming his head in the ground during the USJ."
M/n wrapped her arm around Y/n and pulled her closer," Y/n, you can always come to talk to me or your dad. If you're not comfortable talking to us, I can sign you up for therapy."
"I think I'm comfortable enough to talk to you guys, but I think I should also get a therapist," Y/n said.
"Alright, I'll look for one for you. I'm glad I could talk to you about how you feel. You are so strong, Y/n," M/n said," Izuku and Shoto are downstairs; they want to see you. I wanted to talk to you before they came up."
"You can send them up," Y/n said, putting down the beauty blender.
After her mom left the room, Y/N felt eerie. She felt like she was being watched. She was about to get up and investigate when her door was opened.
"Are you feeling okay," Shoto asked, hugging her.
"Could be better, but it's whatever," Y/n said, hugging him. Izuku sat on her bed, looking around the room. His gaze stopped on something.
"Y/n, why do you have a camera in your room? Did your parents put one in here," he asked."Not that I know of," Y/n answered," they would've told me if they did."
Izuku got off her bed and walked to her bookshelf, reaching the top shelf and grabbing the small camera. Y/n frowned and threw the camera to the ground, and Shoto quickly crushed it.
"I'll have to ask my dad about that, I've been feeling like I was being watched recently, but I thought I was being paranoid," Y/n said, picking up the scraps and carrying them downstairs, with the boys following her.
