You bounded down the creaky apartment steps, entering the kitchen where your mother and father waited. Excitement was the first emotion that flowed through your body when you saw the copious amount of food on the table. It was your birthday today, your fifth, so it made sense that you had a birthday breakfast. (M/N), your mom, handed you a muffin with a (F/C) candle on top, lit on fire with a tiny, flickering flame. You blew it out with ease and nearly threw the wax stick from the food, stuffing the sugary delight into your mouth.
Your father gave you a small, velvety box, (F/C) lace decorating the edges of the container. You lifted the lid of the cubical package, a silver, moon-shaped pendant laying idly inside. (M/N) kneeled down and offered her own present, a plain notebook, and a black pencil. Your small hands took them readily, mind wandering back to the smaller gift from your father. (F/N), your dad, took it from your grasp, opening it towards you and taking out the pendant, a chain dangling from the loop on the top. He opened the clasp and put it around your neck, clipping it in place as it hung loosely over your school clothes.
"Come on," your mother began, picking up the bag from beside the door. She held out your shoes and waited for you to put them on, tiny fingers fumbling with the laces. (M/N) grabbed her purse from the table, along with your lunch for the day. You nodded and took your bag from her, putting it over your arms and on your back. "We can't have you late for school."
"Have a good day a work, honey. Be nice at school, (Y/N)." You stuck your tongue out at your father, giggling at his mimicked action. Your mother shook her head and patted down her pencil skirt, fixing her blouse in the mirror. Her coat hung over her arm, her other hand reaching for your own. You took it eagerly and waved bye to your dad, walking out the door and to the elevator of the apartment building.
"Mommy?" (M/N) pressed the button for the lobby, metal doors closing as a green-haired woman rushed to it with her son in tow. They shut just as she reached it, her soft features falling after she asked for it to be held open. Your face held confusion when your mother made no motion beforehand to keep the doors from closing, which would have helped the other lady tremendously. "Why didn't you keep the doors open?"
"She should have gotten up earlier to get to the elevator. People who ask for help in the world don't deserve it, since they'll rely on others in the end." Her (H/C) hair framed her face perfectly, (E/C) eyes glistening in the dim light. You looked ahead of you and chewed on the inside of your cheek, your five-year-old brain mulling over her words before thinking about what you would have for lunch.
"I want you to remember that (Y/N). Alright?" You looked up to your mother, large, (E/C) eyes blinking rapidly as if to help you remember what she said not even moments ago. The elevator pinged and the metallic doors slid open, a quick nod giving her the only response she needed. She held your hand a tad bit tighter as you both entered the lobby, one of the workers explaining to a questionable man that he had to leave or else they would call the authorities.
"And stay away from men like him." (M/N) whispered, pulling you closer to her and away from the man in question, whose pants were torn and frayed at the ends. He didn't have any shoes either, only a pair of mix-matched socks that looked worse for wear. You nodded once more, lips coming together in a tight line as you passed him. His dull brown eyes met your vibrant (E/C) irises, a hopeful shine appearing for a second as he looked to your mother.
"Could you spare some change, miss?" His disheveled hair was various shades of black and blue, greasy and matted down against his head. A light sweat broke between his bushy eyebrows, a friendly smile showing off his tinted and crooked teeth. He held out his hand in a begging manner, cupping them and walking along with your strides. (M/N) raised a brow and sighed, picking you up before quickening her pace. You turned to look at him, his face falling as he realized she wouldn't pay any mind to his presence.
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UnStoppable (MHA Various x Reader)
Fanfiction(Y/N) was, in short, a hypocritical bitch.
