Love and Hate ‒ ʰᶦᵗᵒˢʰᶦ ˢ.

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SOMETIMES, LIFE GETS SO HARD for the daughter of two reputable alumni of a well-known high school in Tokyo, Japan. They always say that they were expecting great things about this bloodline; both in academic, social, and mental activities. Maybe that's why Shota Aizawa, your father, was always so strict about your studies and you aiming for the top; being second best would never be enough for him. He always pushed you to be the best and never to look back on your failures yet learn from them.

Your father never raises a disappointment-or a quitter.

You always hated this idea. In all honesty, you hated the reputation that precedes you. Being raised as an Aizawa was never your choice but you had to live with it. There were many times where you wanted to give up, never show your face in the household especially after losing in a competition or failing your exams. Most of the time, you just wanted to stay away from having to keep up a facade. You have to smile, be gentle all the time, be intelligent, be eloquent, and graceful in both wits and actions. God, how you wished to just have a different last name right now.

It was only the beginning of the school year.

"(Your name), what happened to your pre-exam scores?" Shota spoke out loud, the sounds of chopsticks hitting the plates and bowls getting louder and louder as you slip back into reality. Pre-exams were basically the school's way of noting if you have retained what you learned the previous year. Your grip on your chopsticks tightened as your black hair covered your dark expression. "You know very well I would never accept this."

"I wasn't able to study for it..." you admitted, trying to shrug it off but the tension between the two of you was always thick. "I had been too busy."

"You should manage it well then, (your name). After all, you are an Aizawa." He said while drinking from his glass of water, his voice like poison. You nodded while gritting your teeth, hoping that he wouldn't notice your anger. It was only breakfast time but you were already starting to hate the day. You hated everything there is about being an Aizawa in that damned high school.

Your mother, Naomi, cut the tension by asking how things were going with the student council. One of the notable things you did to make the school remember you was the fact that you have been the first female to have won the position of student council president. Even though you won, your father was still skeptical about you handling the whole student body for a whole year.

"It's still going to be my first day in office," you say quietly, eating the food that your mom had delicately prepared. "And I'm sure it's going to go well, those who won the positions are intelligent and worth it." You shoved your food in your mouth, chewing slowly, and flavors popping in your tongue.