Extreme Collision

Phones and Threats

Ok, so here is the next chapter. I hope it is worth the wait. Just want to say thank you for all the reads. Anyway, here you go, happy reading. 😁

Izuku walked into his room and threw his bag down, slamming the door, just to have it fly back open with his father glaring at him. "Izuku, I will not put up with this attitude. Pick your bag up now and unpack it. Keep it up, and I'll call Aizawa and inform him that you have extended your stay. We will be going out for dinner soon."

The teen's breathing became faster. "You can't do that."

Smirking at his son. "Watch me."

A single tear let out in anger slipped down his cheek as he stood there making eye contact with his father. Shaking, slightly from the feeling of his boiling blood running through his body.

He finally spoke, softly trying to keep his voice from cracking. "Where are we going and with who?" He knew this was not dinner for him and his father, but a business meeting he was being dragged to.

The older male had a look of victory take hold of his face. "Do not concern yourself with that. You are only there to eat and be seen, nothing else. My clients are parents as well, and I want them to see I have a well-behaved child of my own. You will be on your best behavior, or your week will turn into a month overnight. Do I make myself clear?" He added that last part as his voice held a darkness to it.

Izuku wanted to scream in his face and punch him in the gut, just like his father's words did him. "Yes, Sir." Was all he could manage through clenched teeth. This remark made him feel a mix of emotion, he couldn't decide if he was a burden or a trophy child for his father to show off, not understanding the second one seeing that his father only sees him as a disappointment. "Can I just stay here and get a pizza? I have an art assignment I need to work on."

Hisashi scoffed as he looked down his nose at the boy as if he asked him if he could eat raw meat and play in the dirt. "No, you need to focus on other things. Art isn't going to get you anywhere in life. It's a hard road, and besides, you need to be good at it, and you're just not. If you stay home, how can I show you off to my clients? Your suit is in the closet, and make sure your tie is properly done this time. We leave in fifteen minutes, and Izuku do something with that damn hair of yours."

Izuku fought tears as he clenched his fists, trying to calm himself. "Yes, Sir." came from gritted teeth. It took him ten of the fifteen minutes to get his hair somewhat under control, and he was sure it wouldn't meet his father's expectations. Now he was rushing to get dressed and get his tie just right. "How does he expect me to do this? He has never shown me how." The boy finally gave up and left it like it was. He knew deep down, even if it was perfect, his father would find something wrong with it.

There was a knock on his bedroom door. He knew his father was not on the other side he never knocked. "Izuku, your father is waiting." came the voice of Denee, she is the main house maid. She has known the boy his whole life and watched him grow into the young man he has become.

He gave her a smile and a hug. He has not seen her in over a year. "I missed you. How have you been?"

Smiling back at him with soft gray eyes. "I am fine, but you won't be if you keep him waiting any longer. He has a meeting with some rather important fashion designers. Izuku sweetie, I also wanted to say I am sorry to hear about your mother. I really liked her."

"Thank you, she liked you too." he said with a sad smile. Then he sighed at the first part of her comment. "Oh, great, I get to sit through his hypocrisy. How am I supposed to stomach my food while he butters up some artist about how great they are after telling me art will get you nowhere in life. Well, unless you are good at it, which apparently I'm not."