Memories

Silent and Annoying-Bakugou Katsuki

When I got the call that I, Ground Zero, had an unknown daughter, the only out of my mouth was to get DNA and hung up. With in a week, the results were back and the kid was mine. Fuck!
CPS called me a thousand times after that, claiming the kids case was an emergency and that they needed her in my hands or she'd be in foster care. I might be cruel, but I'm not cruel enough to do that.
CPS said they couldn't say much, as it was a police/hero matter back in America. They claimed that they would only be able to allow her into my care if they do a proper "look over" of what I'm like and my living conditions. Within two weeks, they show up right outside my house.
When I opened the door, I was greeted with Rika, my driver, glaring at the woman who was practically forcing herself into the child's, who I guessed was mine, personal space.
The kid looked as nervous as one could be and was ready to throw up. They were short, about thirteen, and had short, blonde, messy hair. It reminded me of Deku's but more tamed. They also had glasses, round, tortoise shell glasses. I couldn't see their eyes but I had a feeling they didn't want to look at me, which was reasonable.
Me and woman, Elise Macintosh, spoke shortly before coming inside. We went straight to the kid's room, per Elise's request, and left her there to rest before dinner.
One thing pissed me off. Elise. This whole thing was a set up for the woman to live in my house for a week and it was obvious. I dunno if the kid saw it, but me and Rika did. She bounced from room to room, kissing my ass and complementing everything. She even assumed that Rika was a personal servant. She said, "He'll do that!", "He can do it, he works for you!" Which, he does work for me...as a driver.
The longer we were around her, Rika stayed so I wouldn't blow her top off, the more enraged I came. She was here about my child, not me.
After she was dumped at her room, Rika told me one thing, "I will bring up child's luggage. She gets her own."

When I was making dinner, the kid, who was called Theodora Flint, came downstairs. I heard their feet as they walked into some rooms before reaching the kitchen and freezing, seeing me for the first time. They almost jumped from their skin when I spoke. This was the point where I saw their eyes, they were a bright crimson.
"Dinner's almost done," I told them. "Also, what pronouns do you go by?"
"....she," the child spoke quietly, her eyes casting to the floor again.
"Okay, what are you looking for?" I looked down to the curry I was making.
"...I...I dunno..." she spoke faintly.
"Okay."
She must've just been really "looking the house over". It pissed me off that she had to do that bitch's job.
Speaking of the bitch, Elise came in, almost shoving my kid out of the way. She cheered, clapping like child before asking what I was making. Behind her, I saw Theodora picking her glasses up off the floor.
I balled my fist.
This was gonna be a long week.