One Hero For All People! (#1 Priority)

Chapter 5: Fight with Daddy

Kyoka stepped into the house, closing the door behind her quietly. She had been out with Izuku again, training and hanging out by the beach. The late afternoon sun had begun to dip below the horizon, casting a warm, fading glow through the windows. She took a deep breath, hoping to sneak up to her room before her parents noticed she was home.

But as soon as she kicked off her boots, her father, Kyo Jiro, appeared from the living room. His expression was serious, arms crossed, waiting for her to explain herself. Kyoka immediately felt a sinking feeling in her stomach. She knew this look—he wasn't happy.

Kyo Jiro, {sternly}: "Kyoka, where have you been?"

Kyoka straightened up, rolling her eyes slightly. She wasn't in the mood for another confrontation.

Kyoka, {sighing}: "I was out, Dad. You know, training. It's not a big deal."

Her father's frown deepened as he stepped closer, clearly not satisfied with her casual response.

Kyo Jiro, {raising his voice slightly}: "You've been out a lot lately. What kind of training is this, Kyoka? Who are you even with? You don't tell us anything anymore."

Kyoka felt her irritation flare up. This wasn't the first time they had this conversation. He always questioned her, like she couldn't take care of herself.

Kyoka, {defensively}: "I'm with a friend, okay? I'm training to get stronger—what's the problem with that?"

Kyo Jiro, {his voice growing frustrated}: "The problem is you're never home, and we don't know who you're spending all this time with! You used to focus on your music, your schoolwork, and now it's just... this. Whatever this is."

Kyoka clenched her fists, her patience wearing thin. She loved her dad, but sometimes he didn't understand. He didn't get how important it was to her—to become stronger, to improve herself, especially with the U.A. entrance exam on the horizon.

Kyoka, {her voice rising}: "You don't get it! I'm trying to do something important for *me*! It's not like I'm wasting time—I'm working hard, okay? Just because it's not about music or whatever doesn't mean it doesn't matter!"

Her father's expression softened for a moment, but his voice remained firm.

Kyo Jiro, {trying to reason with her}: "I'm not saying it doesn't matter, Kyoka. But you're pushing us away. You don't talk to us anymore. We''e just worried, that's all."

Kyoka huffed, shaking her head. She didn't want to have this argument again. It felt like no matter what she said, her parents always questioned her decisions.

Kyoka, {snapping}: "Worried about what? That I'm doing something without your approval? I'm not a little kid anymore, Dad!"

Her father opened his mouth to say something, but Kyoka didn't want to hear it.

Kyoka, {sharply}: "I don't need to explain myself every time I go out. Just... leave me alone!"

Without waiting for a response, she turned on her heel and stormed up the stairs, her heart pounding in her chest. She could hear her father sigh heavily behind her, but she didn't look back. The argument left her feeling frustrated and drained. It was always the same thing—they didn't trust her to handle her own life.

Kyoka slammed her bedroom door shut and threw herself onto her bed, pulling out her phone. She needed to calm down, and there was only one person who could help her do that right now.

Her fingers trembled slightly as she dialed Izuku's number. After a few rings, his familiar, soft voice answered on the other end.

Izuku, {concerned}: "H-Hey, Kyoka. Is everything okay?"

Kyoka let out a shaky breath, her frustration beginning to melt away just hearing his voice.

Kyoka, {quietly}: "No. My dad's being a pain again. We had another argument."

There was a brief silence on the other end before Izuku responded, his voice full of understanding.

Izuku, {gently}: "I'm really sorry, Kyoka. Do you want to talk about it?"

Kyoka sighed, closing her eyes for a moment. Just hearing him ask made her feel a little better. She could already feel her nerves starting to calm down.

Kyoka, {softly}: "Yeah... yeah, I do. Can you stay on the phone with me for a bit?"

Izuku, {reassuringly}: "Of course. I'm here."

Kyoka smiled to herself, her anger subsiding as they started to talk. She knew she could count on Izuku to listen, and right now, that was exactly what she needed.