Sorting It Out

negotiation

Izuku P.O.V

The were 3 harsh knocks at the front door. I go silent. Before anything I was pulled off the ground by my collar and set on my feet. Though my father never took his hand away from my shirt.

"What was that?" he quietly asked me.

"My teacher's-s...to tal-k-k about dorm r-rooms-s-s." I stuttered out silently cursing from how small and frightened i feel.

He rolls his eyes, sighs and lets go of my top with a slight shove.

"Quickly go upstairs and cover your face up and come back down." he venomously said as he turned away from me. Then he walked to the front door.

I quickly ran upstairs making sure not to make a noise. When I got into my room I slowly shut the door and ran to the bathroom. I made sure I put some clothes out before hand knowing after telling my father the news i would need a shower. Though this time I didn't have time to shower. I washed my bloodied hands and stripped myself of the blood filled clothes that I previously wore. I look at my body and the same thoughts filled my head.

Fat

Ugly

Disgusting

Food waste

And the list just keeps going. I put on a fresh pair of black ripped jeans, a white t-shirt an oversized hoodie that went down to my knees. I opted for the oversized hoodie to hide the cuts, burns and bruises that caress my body. I hear muffled voices downstairs and then the front door slams shut. I quickly cover my face with some of my mother's old foundation.

I walk out of my bathroom to my desk drawer and pull out my green sharpie. I rolled up my sleeve and unrape my bandaged arm. I flip my arm over the part that isn't affected by my self-inflicted cuts and write a message for my soulmate to see.

I'm sorry

Not having the time to wait for a reply I shove the sharpie back in my desk and messily rerape my arm and pull my oversized sleeve down. As I walk down the stairs I can hear someone talking about the dorm rooms. Shit.

"He has and I have to apologise but the answer is no." I heard my father say back to whatever the men sitting in front of him had told him about the dorms. I'm guessing it was about letting me stay in the dorms. Before I could think about what I was doing I was speaking to my father. Without his permission.

"Why not?" I ask with a timid voice. The all turn their heads to me. The two men that are sitting across from my father take in my appearance. Their eyes travel along my feminine like body frame. When their eyes skim over to my arms I move them behind my back on instinct. The man with long black hair raises an eyebrow and gives me a questionable look. He opens his mouth to say something but before he can even think of a sentence my father interrupts.

"Because I said so. I have control- i mean i am your legal guardian and I would feel more comfortable if you were in my custody- CARE, care." my father has a stern and worried look on his face.

He slipped up a couple of times that's probably why he is worried. It's not like he cared about me. I must have scared look on my face because before I know it the same man that was silently questioning me before is standing in front of my with his hand extended towards me. He looks me dead in the eye before softening my gaze. Could he really sense my fear just from looking at my eyes?

"Hello, I'm Mr Aizawa. I will be homeroom teacher if your father allows you to attend UA highschool." he states.

"H-hi" i reply shyly while taking his hand and shaking it softly so i don't hurt my already broken arms.