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"What-What are y-you doing here?" I stammered, stumbling back a bit as I cradled my hands into my chest. Fear. A strange and strong emotion I've only felt when in the presence of this man. The nostalgia of being under his wrath consistently, when I was too young to live alone, when I had to force myself to learn the basics to survive just to escape the constant pain of living within his grasp. His blue eyes narrowed down on me and my disheveled state.

"Do I need a reason to visit my daughter?" He boomed, making me jump at the sound. Fear. I felt my knees shake as he walked into my house, my brain suddenly flickering to Shouta, who was laying on my couch also disheveled with who knows what sticking up or out. I shouldn't have to hide who I'm fucking from a father who has never been present in my life. But the fact that Shouta was also a pro hero, I felt like seeing him with his eighteen year old daughter might cause some conflict. I stepped in front of my father, the now number one hero, tightening my gaze.

"Yeah, you do." I snapped. He glared at me, his intense stare switching to a scoff as he turned his head.

"I see you still dye your hair." He chuckled, making me instinctively grab the ends of my hair, gently pulling with a scowl resting on my face. My hair was naturally red, apparently his genes are so strong they overtook my quirkless mothers. But ever since I could get my hands on any kind of dye, I've kept it (h/c). I don't want to have anything that resembles this scum bag, just the fact that his blood runs through me makes me fucking sick. Anger. Not many emotions can overtake the feeling fear brings. But anger is one of them.

"I said, what the fuck are you doing here?" I growled ignoring his comment, my hands turning into fists as I kept him near my doorway. His eyebrows furrowed down, his annoyance growing as his flames flashed bigger and brighter.

"I came to give you your allowance, talk about your showing at UA, and tell you how you're going to kindly accept a gracious offer from a certain hero agency that will properly represent the Todoroki name." He pulled out an envelope from his pocket, swinging it in front of my face. "If you decline, you leave me no choice but to stop wiring you funds. You are already eighteen and I no longer owe you or your mother anything." I stared at him in disbelief.

"But how will I be able to afford anything? My bills, food, clothes-." He cut me off, holding a hand up.

"If you wish to do something as childish as opening a top of the line support item to the public, where it can be sold in any convenience store, for less than half-, no less than a fraction of what you can make, then you're 'big' enough to pay your own expenses." He lectured me, my eyes widening with tears. He was taking everything from me. Without his pay, his money, I'll lose my moms house, I won't be able to pay any of my bills, I'll starve. I'll need a job, but even that won't be enough, not with the pricing of everything as it is. He's forcing me into a corner, forcing me to choose the highest bidder. For survival. My father sighed at my tears, tossing the envelope he had to the ground. "Until then, this is the last time you and your mother will ever take anymore from me." He turned on his heel to leave but those words. Those very words ignited a fire inside me that had never been awaken, a fire with courage flickering in the flames. I picked up the money that he had tossed so freely, holding it in my hand, and storming towards him. I grabbed his shoulder, forcibly turning him around. He opened his mouth, probably to scold me for even touching him but I stopped his words. I squeezed the paper in my hand, heaving with all my might and watching as smoke erupted from my lips, scrunching up my nose at the pain as I felt the spark in my throat and flames slip from my tongue, setting the money in my hand ablaze. My body rattled with pain as I tried to control my fire, trying to ignore the blistering heart on my lips. I shut my eyes, the fire from my mouth stopping as thing layers of smoke crept through my teeth.

"I...don't want...your fucking...money." I breathed, dropping the lit paper to the ground as Endeavor rose a lip in anger, debating on saying something and then deciding against it. He yanked away from my grasp, continuing on his way out, before pausing in my doorway.

"Then burn." He growled, before slamming the door behind him.

I fell to my knees, covering my mouth to stifle my coughs, trying to stop my quirk. I slammed my hand down on the wooden floor below, the fire I started still kindling in front of me. My eyebrows furrowed together, as I remembered that day that suddenly didn't seem too long ago. As I remember everything I had lost on that day, everything I destroyed. A foot stomped out my fire, my eyes flitting away as I remembered Shouta had been present the whole time. I closed my eyes, the suffocating feeling in my throat no longer bothering me. I really just wanted to disappear at this point. Shouta erases my quirk, allowing the air to rush into my lungs once more. I didn't react, my hands resting on my knees as I fought back the ache in my chest.

"Endeavors daughter from the support course." He mumbled, offering me a hand up. "I should've recognized you." I felt naked. More naked than I had ever been before. I felt stripped of my skin, standing in nothing but bones in front of a man who has seen every inch of me countless times. Get up. My hands clenched up the end up my skirt, pressing into my bones as I tried to force myself. Everything that has been so personal to me, pieces of me I had never wanted anyone else to see, especially Shouta, they were just thrusted out into the open for him to see. It felt as if the girl I was with Shouta, was a complete fake and now I had faded back into the little girl with burned hands, standing over her mother's ashes. Who would want to get mixed up with me? I wouldn't. Shouta sighed, crouching down to my eye level. I quick looked away, tears falling from my face faster than I could stop them as I bit back the sobs that escaped my throat. It felt like I had lost everything in a matter of just minutes. Everything I had spent months building, all the growth I had done with Shouta, was burned away by my father. How could be wreak so much havoc by barely doing anything? My life has been flipped upside down. I no longer had any source of income, in a fit of rage, I burned my months allowance. I had some extra left from the previous month, but it wouldn't even be enough for two weeks. What was I going to do? The number one hero. What a fucking joke.

I felt Shouta's touch ruffle through my (h/c) hair off the top of my head as he sighed gently. "You really are a problem child, aren't you?" He whispered with a faint chuckle. The breath escaped my lips as I looked up at him.

"You don't care that-."

"That your father is Endeavor or that you're a student at the school I teach at?" He asked, his hands slipping down to my cheek. He's a teacher at UA. My lips parted to speak but he shook his head, smiling softly, letting his thumb brush away my tears, "I have my reservations." I pulled away from his touch, I mean what did I expect? Getting involved with someone...anyone at all? Did I think all of my baggage would just disappear? That I would live happily ever after? Shouta groaned, rubbing the back of his neck while he sucked in air. "But I guess it can't be helped." He shrugged, I looked back at him my eyes wide. "You are my problem, after all."

"Shouta."

"Hm?"

"Thank you for not leaving me."

"I told you I'd pick up the pieces, didn't I?"

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