season 2 chapter 9

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*It has been a few days, and Japan is still the same, slowly burning all around them, slowly showing the cracks of their civilization that they could hide before, but that was no longer an option since they didn't have enough shiny things to distract the population. Riots were becoming more and more common, and the scapegoat project was a failure since most of the civilians didn't believe them, since 1 person couldn't cause a nationwide blackout. This must've been a systemic issue, multiple people in power must've been responsible, not just 1 nameless nobody. But anyways, let's see what's going on with Mei.*

Mei: I don't want to do this.

Rossie: Well I do. You look so pretty in this dress! Oh just think of all the pictures I'll be able to take!

*Rossie, Mei's mother for those who needed a refresher said, with a giggle. They were in their mansion, inside Mei's closet which was bigger than both the Midoriya and Bakugo apartments combined. They were deciding what dress Mei would wear for the little dance that Izuku had invited her to. Correct the little dance, that both parents were forcing their children to go, since both of them wanted to be anywhere else but there. Mei was wearing a light blue dress with heels that were too high to wear. She whined and complained since they'd been doing this for the last hour. Mei was tired, she was grumpy, she just wanted to make more of her precious babies!*

Mei: This is cruel and unusual punishment!

Rossie: Mei, it's just a dance.

*Rossie said with a dismissive wave, as she made Mei give her a little twirl to see the dress from behind. It was a fine dress, an expensive dress, but Rossie didn't know, it just didn't speak to her, that this was the dress for Mei. I mean, this was her little girl's first official date, she needed to look good. And yes, yes, it's just a friend outing, but Rossie is gonna see it as a date. Mei groaned as he felt like her parents weren't listening to her.*

Mei: A dance that neither I nor Izuku wants to go to that stupid dance, so why do we have to?!

Rossie: Because your parents said so. Now James. Get Mei's dress number 36 of the spring line.

*Rossie said to her butler, who stood there without any emotion on his face. Mei gave a closed-mouth scream of frustration, that her mother was dismissing her claims. This was bullshit. She didn't want to go to a stupid dance, where all she'd do was dance, who likes to dance? Mei would much rather spend it with Izuku building a new baby, or with Mina talking about anime. Not going to a place where the only person she'll know is Izuku. But as usual, the adults ignored the concerns of the child.*

James: Right away madam.

Mei: This is boring!

*Mei whined as she watched her clothes butler leave, to find the clothes her mother mentioned, I mean what's wrong with what Mei had on now? What was wrong with overalls and a tank top? They were comfortable. What was wrong with work boots? They protected her toes more times than she could count, much more than these stupid heels that hurt her pinkie toes. Rossie shrugged, as she looked at her own feet, she had long since stopped feeling anything on them from years of being a fashion model, this was just normal for her. So she looked at her daughter with a crooked smile.*

Rossie: That's life, sweetie.

Mei: No it's not! You're making me do this! I could live my life just making babies! You won't let me!

*Mei said as she took off her high heels and took a breath of relief, Mei didn't know who invented the babies those high heels, but she hoped they were suffering through the worst hole of hell, tortured for all time, and never granted even a modicum of peace. Rossie just shrugged again, since she didn't care how many times Mei said this, she was not gonna change her mind, she was going to that dance, and she was going to have a good time, whether she liked it or not. Rossie will be damned if her daughter becomes a shut-in without any social skills.*

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