WARNING: This chapter does contain elements of abuse—hence the word "Trauma" in the title. You've been warned.
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After an exciting first day at school, you opened the front door to a modern two-bedroom home.
"I'm back~" You slipped off your shoes and neatly placed them next to a familiar pair. 'Granny must be over.' You deducted.
"Oh my, how was your first day of school?" The shorter lady had her grey hair pulled into a bun. This little old lady was none other than Recovery Girl.
"School was fine. Is he here?" You asked, referring to your adoptive parent, blond hair and blue eyes were nowhere to be seen.
"No." She shook her head. "Looks like he's busy, as usual."
"That's okay." You stated, slipping on an apron to finish making dinner. "I'm used to it. Feel free to sit in the living room and watch TV or something, Granny."
She scoffed, taking a seat at the dining table. "You kids these days and your electronics."
You laughed at her remark, and began serving her some tea. Although she was a pro hero, she was also a normal grandma.
"Did you make any nice friends today?" Recovery Girl asked, changing the subject.
"Yup!" You giggled, heading back into the kitchen to cook. "His name is Bakugou Katsuki, but he said it's okay for me to call him Kacchan!"
"Oh my, what a lucky boy." She teased.
Your face flushed red. "It isn't like that Granny."
"Mmmhmmm. I remember when I was that young..." From her position at the dining table, she stared out the window and sighed.
"How does curry sound?" You asked the older lady, regaining her attention. "I want something spicy."
"Sounds nice." She nodded as she sipped on her tea. "I'm going to run to the hospital, I'll stop by later to eat."
"Okay~" You sang and walked with her to the door. "Be careful on your way there."
"I'll be fine." She stated as she made a swift exit.
You began to prepare the ingredients and turned on the TV to accompany you.
After eating, you sat in the living room and listened to the news for awhile.
"It's so boring!~" You yelled aloud, obviously frustrated.
"All Might has finished his first day as a U.A. High School teacher and yet no one has seen him." A female news anchor spoke.
The sound of the pro hero's name grabbed your attention, and you stared at her face as she continued to report.
"Why does it matter to you?" You asked as if she could hear you.
Suddenly, the front door opened and shut. You heard footsteps approaching and didn't bother to check who it was.
"I am here!" You heard as you stared at the man's face—which also flashed across the Television.
"Uncle Toshi, you're on TV again." You pointed at the screen, not sparing him a glance.
"Don't be so cold." All Might walked over to sit on the couch next to you. He had deflated into his skinny state already. His suit was definitely not tailored to fit the thin version.
"I'm back~!" A female called out.
"Ah! Auntie Nemuri!" You called out as the pro hero Midnight stepped through the doorway.
