It was the end of the school day and I was walking home. I felt a few drops of rain fall on my cheek, so I took out my umbrella out of my bag. I took precautions, I looked at the weather forecast and it said that it would rain today, ya know, because I'm organised when it comes to the weather. Soon enough, the rain got heavier, but it was nice, I don't know why but, rain sounds so relaxing to me.
It was getting colder, and I was starting to shiver. But I didn't care. The weather is weather, you can't change it. Apart from that one time when All Might changed the weather, I have to admit, that was impressive. Apparently he is going to attend UA as a teacher. Hm, I never took All Might as a teacher type. It's surprising really, how the number one hero is a teacher at UA.
I turned the corner, and my house was in view, the gate was closed but I could still clearly see a black car in the driveway. 'Dammit, they're home.' I thought as I walked threw the wooden gate. I closed the gate behind me and slowly edged towards the porch. I could hear my father shouting from there, I haven't even gotten to the door yet. I opened the front door and quietly walked inside, closing the door behind me.
I tried to head to my room unseen, but my father saw me and walked up to me. 'Crap, what is it this time?'
"Why are you late back from school?" He boomed in my highly sensitive ears. "Well? Answer me. If you want to be a hero so badly then answer my damn question!"
"It started raining, so I had to find my umbrella." I said with a plain tone. I admit, I was scared, but I didn't show it.
"Is that sarcasm I hear in your voice?" He lingered over me like a foul stench. Disgusting. He raised his hand up to my face and slapped me, hard. I fell to the ground with my hand on my cheek, it stung. I looked over to my mother, who was standing there watching this whole thing through. I could see the sadness, guilt and pity in her eyes.
I stood up and walked to my room. I removed my blazer and my tie and hung them up in my wardrobe, I unbuttoned my white shirt and folded it neatly on my bed and did the same with my skirt. I went into my wardrobe and took out a blue hoodie with some black ripped skinny jeans and put them on.
I put my phone in my pocket and walked out of my room, I saw my older brother standing there with a worried expression on his face.
"You okay (Y/N)? I heard what happened with you and Dad." Ichirou said with a pitiful tone. "Where are you going anyways?"
"I'm fine Ichirou, I'm going to the cafe on the main street." I said.
"Oh the cat cafe? Can I come? I'm actually kinda hungry."
"Yeah sure whatever, you're paying."
And on that note, we put on our shoes and walked towards the cat cafe. The walk there was silent, thankfully.
As we entered the cafe, we were instantly hit with the scent of pastries sweets and other sweet smelling things. My eyes saw a boy with purple hair, sitting across the cafe with a calico cat asleep next to him. 'He looks familiar'.
We walked up to the counter and ordered a few drinks and snacks. I ordered a simple plain tea with a chocolate chip muffin and Ichirou got a hot chocolate with whipped cream, sprinkled with small marshmallows and he got a chocolate cake slice to snack on.
I sipped my tea while doodling on the receipt, I felt something soft rub against my leg, and looked underneath the table we were sitting at. I saw a cute black and white cat with blue eyes. The cat stared up at me, wanting to be cuddled. And of course, I gave in. I picked him up, placed him on my lap and started to stroke his soft velvet-like fur.
I felt a pair of eyes on me, but I was too busy to even care. I was focused on what was in my lap. the cute little ball of floof.
(A/N)
Sorry I haven't updated in a while. As an apology, I made this chapter longer than the previous ones.
And I may have introduced Shinso into the story. I have plans for him. :3
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Fanfiction(POSSIBLE MATURE CONTENT) You are a 15 year old girl who gets abused at home, the abuse is punishments from you father who thinks that your quirks are not useful in battle.