Flashback
I entered the gates of UA as I passed the first year building heading to my first day of being a third year. The air was a bit chilly. I heard a small cough by me as I turned around there I saw Aizawa as his hair fell on his shoulder and he looked extremely tired. I slightly giggled. "Good morning Mr. Aizawa did you not eat enough to hibernate?" I teased as he softly smiled and was about to speak until I was pulled by my waist and hit a chest. There the familiar scent of cologne hit my nostrils. Aizawas smile turned back to a frown. "Good morning Mr. Aizawa" the cocky voice of my boyfriend was heard. Aizawa headed inside the building without a goodbye. I was left confused before I was brought up in a sweet kiss that made my heart skip a beat.
End of flashback
"I won't hurt Ian do you truly believe id be so cruel to my own son?" He sounded hurt. "I honestly don't know dabi because you abandoned us I don't know your thought process like I thought I did" I crossed my arms as he tried stepping closer. "Don't" I held out my hand "dabi what's your game exactly? Do you want to toy with my emotions? Why now? Why didn't you show up after I gave birth to him?" I cried hugging myself. "I-i" he stuttered "I was scared" he said as he tangled his hand in his hair. "No you were a coward and thought it'd be best to see me raise a child on my own while I was out on the street with him and getting dirty looks and called names you knew perfectly what I went through with giving birth to him with you not by my side" I wiped the tears away.
He looked around the room and grabbed a picture of me and Ian in the flower shop. "I needed to get away from my dad you knew that y/n" he said. "Your dad had blamed me for your death he abused me so your welcome you had your freedom while I payed for the consequences of your actions" I said. "I was the last one in your the funeral I waited for everyone to leave because I wasn't allowed there because I was blamed" I told him honestly. "You have no excuse dabi as to why you abandoned us" I let out. He stayed there in the middle of the room with the picture in his hand. His head looking down as drops of tears hit the floor.
