ℝ𝕠𝕤𝕖 𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕥𝕖𝕕 𝕘𝕝𝕒𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕤 ・||・ E. Kirishima

♡*𝕔𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕤𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕟: 𝕚𝕟𝕥𝕣𝕦𝕕𝕖𝕣 𝕒𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕥*♡

⚠️𝕋𝕣𝕚𝕘𝕘𝕖𝕣 𝕨𝕒𝕣𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘(𝕤)⚠️: talk of murder,

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"Y/n, your home early." , "Reporters broke in so school was cancelled." Y/n didn't even look at her dad and just stomped up to her room. She's not mad at her dad she's mad at herself. She made a whole thing about wanting to be normal but she chickened out of sitting in the cafeteria in favor of cleaning blueberries in her classroom. "Fuck me..." F/n was going to go after his daughter but figured she's probably upset at him. He understands why she's upset and he knows how horrible he sounds for keeping her locked up in the house but he has his reasons. Even if Y/n thinks she's ready to be assessed for her ever so obvious OCD he knows she's going to flip out and seep into a depressive episode.

F/n poured himself a drink, lit a cigarette and sat alone in one of his smaller living rooms. His house is full of maids and chefs and butlers but it's so lonely most of the day, except for when Y/n gets home. Even though she spends most of her day in her room knowing that his only family, his one pride and joy is home with him makes him feel so comforted. "Sir... A teacher from Y/n's school is here and wants to see you." a very nervous young maid stepped into the room. "Send them in." ,"yes sir." the maid bowed then ran off to get the door. F/n put out his cigarette and opened the window to let some fresh air in. "Mr L/n." F/n turned to meet eyes with what he could only describe as a shaggy looking man. Not a homeless kind of shaggy which is good because F/n hates poor people. "Your Aizawa Shota, right? Y/n's teacher?" F/n bowed to Aizawa because even though he's an entitled piece of shit who thinks he's way above him, he doesn't need to let him know that. "Please take a seat. Drink?" they both took seats on opposite couches, F/n getting nice and comfortable with a drink in his hand. "No thanks, I'm actually here to talk about your daughter." , "Shit. What did she do now?" F/n couldn't even pretend to be concerned about his daughter getting in trouble. He's a fucking criminal what room does her have to tell her to stop being a bad student.

"She didn't do anything I'm just worried about her. She's missing class and refusing to socialise because all she does is clean and freak out when things aren't perfect. I know an appointment notice was sent home with her and when I asked her about it today she said you weren't going to take her because you think she doesn't need it." Aizawa doesn't care if F/n gets pissy at him for involving himself he cares about the well-being of his student. "You telling me how to take care of my daughter. My daughter likes to clean, so what. She wants to be normal, like everyone else. Calling her OCD for having good hygiene habits isn't going to make her like everyone else" , "I know you don't believe that. I know you don't think this is just good hygiene. I know you know that there is something seriously wrong with her and it's affecting her school life and probably her home life. I can't tell you what to do with your daughter but I can tell you that if you care for her you'll take her and let her get treatment. Your not helping her by keeping her in your little bubble and lying to her that there's nothing wrong." Aizawa knew he was being harsh but thats mainly because he didn't know he was poking a stick at a murderer. F/n took a little offense but also understood what was being said to him. "I can see you care for your daughter but I used to know a kid when I was 15 who was just like your daughter and he never got the help he needed whether that was because his family couldn't afford it or they just didn't want to I don't know, but halfway through 2nd year he killed himself. I know you don't want that for her." Aizawa's story worried F/n though he'd never let him see it. If Y/n killed herself F/n doesn't know what he would do. "The appointment is tomorrow at 4, let her get help." Aizawa left a few stapled papers on the coffee table then took his leave.

For a while F/n just stared at the paper on his table. He loves his daughter but he really doesn't want to take her even if he knows it's good for her. He tries his best to keep her away from her classmates because they can't reject her if she never tries to be friends with them. F/n remembers Y/n coming home from kindergarten everyday and crying because nobody wanted to be friends with her because they thought she was weird, because she cleaned to much and she never wanted to play outside and get dirty. If she gets a real diagnosis that's only going to get worse and he can't watch his daughter have no one show up to her birthday again. But on the other hand if she can get better and be almost normal maybe he won't need to worry about any of this. He really should go talk to her.

"Y/n." F/n knocked on Y/n's doorframe to get her attention. Y/n was at her desk with all her pens and note books lined up perfectly while she did her homework. "Yes dad." F/n couldn't tell what Y/n was feeling right now, she just looked suspiciously calm. "Come, sit." Y/n put her stuff down and joined her father on the end of her bed. "You know Friday I'll be leaving on a business trip for a little while." , "I thought you were going on tomorrow. I remember you said you wanted to leave on Thursday so you had Friday to rest before you start all your meetings on Saturday." Y/n's memory and attention to detail always shocked F/n. He told her all of that over 6 months ago. "Well if I leave on Thursday I'll have to miss your appointment and I can't have that can I? I also thought that since I'm going to gone for a bit it wouldn't hurt for you to maybe go out with your class or have them over every once and a while, as long as Sekiguchi knows where you are and who your with. Just make sure your safe." Y/n smiled at her dad because she genuinely didn't expect him to come around. "Thank you dad. Also I'm not going to that stupid appointment." Y/n leaned over and hugged her dad tight. "Yes the fuck you are. And don't be afraid to kill anyone who tries anything while I'm gone, I can arrange a cover up." , "oh my god dad not everything has to come back to murder." Y/n let go of her dad and rolled her eyes. "I'm just letting you know. It's just a precaution."

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