(I had a laptop reset and uh... lost all my photos so now there's not photo panel ^V^)\
A sigh was heard as Keiko rested in a comfy couch that was placed in her VIP get ready room. It was after the concert, and pretty late. She was exhausted, she rolled her eyes of having to deal with her mother even more.
She grabbed her water bottle and took big gulps from it, once she felt she was hydrated she placed it down. Grunting in annoyances and resting her head on her arms that laid on her makeup desk. She was able to nap for a few minutes before a knock awoke her, it had come from her door.
She sighed, making sure her makeup wasn't smudged before going to answer it. She took a deep breath and opened the door, her eyes landing upon her Mother and another blonde figure, after a closer look she realized this was the well-known hero Present Mic.
She stared at him with wide eyes as he smirked down at her, his height surprising her.
"He said he wanted to speak with you," Her Mother began, that same sinister look in her eye as from earlier, she narrowed her eyes with warning, "Be nice, Tenshi," She walked off with just that, Keiko tilted her head at her Mother. She shrugged, figuring she probably just snorted cocaine.
She turned to the hero, bowing before introducing herself, "Uhm, Hi. I'm K-Tenshi Ito! Nice to meet you."
The hero smirked, hands on his hips as he did a quick bow as well, "Hey there! Pleasure to meet you too, I was wondering, wanna be a special guest on my podcast?! It'd be super to have ya!" He asked with gun pointing like his normal facade.
She tilted her head, "Me?"
Present Mic replied loudly, "Heck yeah!"
Keiko blinked, smiling slightly right afterward, "Sure-"
She was side hugged by Present Mic who seemed overjoyed, "Rockin'! I'll get it set up!" He handed her a card with his information, sent her more finger guns happily, and ran off to only god knows where.
She was standing there frozen for a few seconds. 'Did that just happen...? And... what just happened?' She thought.
She felt like he wanted to ask more but just went with that, she snuck back into her VIP room. Staring down at the card in her hands for a few minutes before the door opened, and in walked her Mother. She didn't look as happy as when in front of the hero.
Her Mother placed down her bottle of alcohol, turning to her with a glare and approaching her, snatching the card and throwing it to the side, "You slipped. Several times, and... You missed a step" Her Mother said with venom dripping in her tone, Keiko's eyes widened. She shrunk into the couch as her Mother raised her hand.
A rough slap was heard, muffled if you were outside the room.
Keiko held herself up with a single arm, holding her cheek with the other while on the couch as her Mother spoke.
"That makes Mommy mad, and you know what happens when Mommy is mad," She spoke, slapping the girl again. Keiko cried out softly.
She was pulled off the couch and onto the ground, being kicked into it by a sharp heel, "Quiet!" Mother yelled at her. Kicking her repeatedly, her Father rushed in, pulling her Mother away from her trembling body.
"Calm down! No one noticed she made a mistake! You have to quit this-" He was slapped too. Her Mother yelled at him, "Shut up! No one cares asshole! She's my daughter! Let me do as I please with her!"
He yelled back, fed up with his so-called wife's actions, "She's mine too! And I won't sit here and let you abuse her for the tiniest things! First, you take away her dreams of being a hero with Mirio, then you starve and over work her, then you take her to this pervert of a chorus teacher who you knew was disgusting and shouldn't have been trusted, yet, you let the worst happen! And then you started hitting her for the tiniest things! This needs to stop!"
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|| B r i g h t S u n || Mirio Togata x YoungerSister! Reader ||
Fanfiction{ Sure, he smiles and acts all cheery. But there's more than the eye can see behind his smiles, someone is always on his mind. That's Keiko. His younger sister that has always been less fortunate than him because of their parents favoritism towards...
