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Everyone's utensils were set on the table while their eyes widened at your sentence. The table went silent—it was so quiet that you could hear your heartbeat as it sped up to an unhealthy rate. You knew you shouldn't have said anything, but you didn't want to lie anymore than you were.
You gulped, looking around at the individuals surrounding the dinner table. The only one willing to make eye contact with you was Todoroki. The lump in your throat only grew within the passing time it took for anyone to speak. Your anxiety heightened, you could feel your hands become sweaty. You wiped the perspiration off onto your clothed lap. Suddenly, you felt claustrophobic with all eyes on you.
"I'm so sorry about that." Fuyumi frowned, upset at herself for assuming and prying into your past life.
You could see it in Natsuo's eyes that he wanted to say something so badly. Once you made eye contact with him, all decent flew out the window. He asked, "How did it happen?"
"Natsuo—!" Todoroki started, furrowing his brows and frowning at his brother. Natsuo paid no mind to Todoroki's reaction. You could see that even Endeavor was stunned at Natsuo's question. Todoroki turned to you, his expression contorted to a concerned one. He put his hand on top of yours, "You don't have to say anything."
"It's okay, I don't mind." You shrugged your shoulders, eyes scanning the crowd for any objections. Clearly, they were interested in what you had to say. It was only Todoroki who kept reassuring you didn't have to explain yourself. Under the table, you flipped your hand under Todoroki's so you could hold his hand as you spoke. "When I was younger, my parents weren't around much. I mean—they were there physically, but not mentally."
You paused, glancing at everyone in case they were having second thoughts about the storytime. They were all leaned into the table, listening intensely. You took it as a sign to continue.
"I only remember some things. After they died, these men dressed in suits came for me. I didn't know what was going on or where my parents were at the time. Until one of the guys told me they were dead."
You choked, the feeling of throwing up rose in your throat. Your foggy memory of you being all alone in your small apartment clouded your mind. Hearing a knock at the door, you not knowing any better, swung the wooden structure wide open. Two large figures bent down to your size as you cowered behind your own little arms to shield your face.
You remembered screaming as the men tried talking to you, calling out for your mom and dad—anyone. They finally got you to calm down once they settled down in the house, bribing you to sit at the kitchen table with candy. You sucked on the strawberry flavored lollipop as your eyes just barely reached over the sandalwood table.
