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✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 　　 *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ "HEY." My uncle spoke as I closed the apartment door. Rain dripped from my clothing onto the hardwood floors, making my shoes squeak obnoxiously as I walked deeper into our home. "We need to talk." He slapped the mail he was holding onto the coffee table. He leaned deeper into the couch, crossing his legs.

I was in no mood to have a discussion with him right now. Especially after the interaction I just shared with Katsuki.

"I'm tired." I tried to avoid the conversation by speed walking to my room. However, my uncle's speed is not to be underestimated. He stood in front of me, his arms crossed. "We're having this talk. Now."

"Can it not wait until the morning?" I tried to squeeze past him but his hands grasped my shoulders and held me in place. At this point, I held my head low in defeat. "No. I've been putting it off for far too long. We need to resolve this."

I knew exactly what he was talking about. Aizawa and I never verbally apologized. And up until now, I assumed our silence was the apology. Though we've never fought this hard before, so maybe he's concluded that head nods and short conversations weren't enough.

"You need to realize, Ith," he paused, removing his hands from my shoulders, "that I'm just trying to protect you. Everything that I've ever done—ever since you were born has been to protect you."

I exhale a needed breath, "then why does it feel so suffocating?" I look up at him, everything is plowing down. An avalanche of emotions, Bakugou's words, the villains, this fucking school is all making my head sizzle with nothing but chaos.

"Would you rather be corrupt by power?" He asks, his tone staying the same.

At this, I back up, letting my hands raid through my messy hair. "No!" I practically whine. Why isn't he hearing me? "I just... I don't know—I—" my voice becomes painful to speak like it's rocks in my throat.

"Then what, Ith? Talk to me. What do you want?"

"I want everything to stop!" Suddenly, the avalanche exploded into a wave of wisps that rumbled inside the apartment. The impact wasn't enough to destroy anything, but it was enough to make Aizawa activate his quirk. His eyes glowed red and I became hollow.

It was quiet for a few minutes. Neither Aizawa nor I said anything. My uncle studied me. He studied me hard. He tried to process what I meant and to tell myself the truth, I don't even know what I meant.

"Don't you dare speak like that." He finally whispered. "I will not let you go down this path."

"God, what are you talking about?! Aizawa, I'm upset! I'm fucking upset, not a ticking time bomb! I'm stressed and angry and just for a second—for a fucking second I want things to just stop!" I vent.

I know he's not clueless. He knows I'm tired. He's known it for years.

He draws out a long sigh from his lips before burying his face into his palms and walking to the couch. He plopped down onto the cushions, bouncing slightly at that impact.