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"I'm going with mount lady." Mineta announced proudly to anyone who would listen. "Kinda weird that you didn't get any nominations Ashido, you put on a good show." Ojiro mentioned to Mina as he pet his own tail. "Eh it is what it is. Where are you going L/n?" Mina leaned right over my desk getting way to close for my liking. "To the sunny shores of California to sun bathe with All Might." I thought that was an obvious lie but everyone is looking at me like an idiot. "I'm not being serious. I'm not doing an internship so I'm staying here." thought that was pretty self explanatory to but now I'm just getting shocked looks. "Wait why aren't you doing one?" Uraraka asked. "Because I don't feel like it. Anyways I'm going home now, bye guys." I swung my bag over my shoulder and walked off. "What? It's 10:30." , "*cough* I'm sick." I actually just have the I have cancer and a liver disease pass that let's me go home whenever I decide I don't wanna be here. I'm actually only meant to go home if I actually feel sick but I'm always sick so that counts.

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"Dad what are you doing?" dad must not be high at midday for the first time in a decade because he's just sitting there doing something quiet on his bed. "Looking at old photos of you sweetie." dad waved me over so I joined him on his bed to look at the albums with him. There isn't many photos of dad from when he was a kid. Any photos of him as a teenager are very professional photos with his dad. Of course there's also no wedding photos which is sad. "Dad do you ever wish you got married?" I'm sad that I'll never get the chance to be married so I don't get why dad doesn't try and have a relationship with someone. "No, your the only girl I need in my life. Besides, bringing new people into my business is dangerous for them and for us." I know he's just scared but being alone all the time sucks so why is he doing it on purpose. "What happened to mum?" I don't think I've ever asked dad about mum, I've always been too scared. But right now seems like to the perfect time to ask.

"Well I don't know where she is now but I met her back when I was 13. Her dad was a friend of my father's and one day when he came to visit she did to. We got close quick and spent the next 12 years together. Then just as I was getting ready to propose to her she disappeared. At first I thought something had happened to her but I heard from her brother that she'd just run off to do whatever. I tried contacting her at first but eventually I gave up. 7 months later on an especially rainy night, I open the door and your there. Your only a week old in a baby carrier with a blanket and a note. That note was the last time I ever heard from your mother." I know dads not a good person but god damn my mum was a bitch. "What did the note say?" dad got up without saying anything and pulled out a dusty cardboard box from under his bed. From that box came a letter that he then handed to me.

"𝓕/𝓷, 𝓪𝓫𝓸𝓾𝓽 𝓪 𝔀𝓮𝓮𝓴 𝓪𝓰𝓸 𝓘 𝓰𝓪𝓿𝓮 𝓫𝓲𝓻𝓽𝓱 𝓽𝓸 𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓼 𝓬𝓱𝓲𝓵𝓭. 𝓢𝓱𝓮'𝓼 𝓪 𝓰𝓲𝓻𝓵, 𝓬𝓪𝓶𝓮 𝓮𝓪𝓻𝓵𝔂 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓼𝓱𝓮'𝓼 𝓾𝓷𝓭𝓮𝓻𝔀𝓮𝓲𝓰𝓱𝓽 𝓼𝓸 𝓶𝓪𝓴𝓮 𝓼𝓾𝓻𝓮 𝓽𝓸 𝓯𝓮𝓮𝓭 𝓱𝓮𝓻. 𝓘 𝓬𝓪𝓷'𝓽 𝓽𝓪𝓴𝓮 𝓬𝓪𝓻𝓮 𝓸𝓯 𝓱𝓮𝓻 𝓼𝓱𝓮 𝓬𝓻𝓲𝓮𝓼 𝓽𝓸 𝓶𝓾𝓬𝓱 𝓼𝓸 𝓼𝓱𝓮'𝓼 𝓷𝓸𝔀 𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓹𝓻𝓸𝓫𝓵𝓮𝓶. 𝓨𝓸𝓾 𝓷𝓮𝓮𝓭 𝓽𝓸 𝓰𝓮𝓽 𝓱𝓮𝓻 𝓪 𝓫𝓲𝓻𝓽𝓱 𝓬𝓮𝓻𝓽𝓲𝓯𝓲𝓬𝓪𝓽𝓮, 𝓶𝓪𝓴𝓮 𝓼𝓾𝓻𝓮 𝓽𝓸 𝓷𝓪𝓶𝓮 𝓱𝓮𝓻 𝓪𝓯𝓽𝓮𝓻 𝓶𝓮 𝓼𝓲𝓷𝓬𝓮 𝓘'𝓶 𝓱𝓮𝓻 𝓶𝓸𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓻. 𝓘'𝓶 𝓷𝓸𝓽 𝓬𝓸𝓶𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓫𝓪𝓬𝓴 𝓯𝓸𝓻 𝓱𝓮𝓻 𝓼𝓸 𝓻𝓪𝓲𝓼𝓮 𝓱𝓮𝓻 𝓹𝓻𝓸𝓹𝓮𝓻𝓵𝔂. 𝓘 𝓵𝓸𝓿𝓮 𝔂𝓸𝓾, 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓱𝓮𝓻."

Nothing says love quite like abandoning your newborn daughter on a doorstep. "Did you do what she asked? Name me after her?" I hope not, she's not exactly the role model I want to look up to. "No, of course not. I'd never name my daughter after that bitch of a woman. You were named after my mum. I wish you could have met her." I never met my grandma but I can imagine she's why my dad is still entertaining my hero dream. "Anyways enough of that, this is all to mushy. I know you'd love to have a mother but I know your all I need because your the most beautiful girl in the world." it's nice that he thinks that because I don't. "i won't be for long." I commented out of my own self pity. "Why not, a lot for people think your gorgeous." , "my hair is already falling out and I haven't even started chemo yet so that's going to look great in a month or two. Their putting me on steroids while I'm doing chemo so I'm either going to get really fat or ugly skinny and everyone keeps pointing out how sick I looks. I'm going to look like a bald anorexic alien." call me vain for caring this much about my looks when I have cancer but I'd rather not die ugly and in pain. "Well firstly your not going to get fat or skinny you'll probably just end up somewhere in the middle, like a healthy weight. You look sick because you refuse to sleep and take care of the bathroom tiles better than yourself. If you're upset about you hair we can look into wigs until it grows back, which it will. Don't worry." it's hard not to worry and I don't want to wear a wig but I'm running out of options and hair. I rested my head on his shoulder and tried to stop thinking. "Thanks dad, I love you."

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