Memories

My Girl-Katsuki Bakugou

I didn't know what to do. I noticed that, ever since Theo came, I've never really been sure what to do as her dad. The press took it much too far, that much I knew but Theodora completely blew up on them.

Rage and spitfire encased her being and she was running on adrenaline as she cussed the press out. I wasn't sure if I should punish her like the media has been telling me to...or be proud.

This girl, my girl, has gone through actual hell. Being the only survivor of a scuicide bombing, a villain attack-whatever the hell-was completely weighting her down and lingering in my mind constantly.

And god, her mom. I had never asked or mentioned her, it wasn't my place, it wasn't my course of action. I didn't even know what she looked like, what her quirk was, why she kept the baby.

I was sitting at the dining table, looking down at the wood, when my phone dinged.

Speedo: Is your daughter okay?
Speedo: I know it's not my place, but does she feel safe in your care? You use your quirk often and it could be triggering.
Speedo: I'm just worried.

Tenya Iida...Knowing and working with him since UA, I knew he was smart. I knew he had more knowledge on trauma and PTSD then me, but...her feeling safe?

She'd never told me that she was unsafe or scared of me. It was awkward while that Elise bitch was here, but she never seemed upset or scared. Though, if she was anything like me, she wouldn't be that easy to read.

Me: Honestly, Tenya, I dunno what is wrong.
Me: I dunno what to do.
Me: There's so much I have to care for, but my daughter is safe, that much I know.
Me: The issue is her mind, I think.
Me: It's killing her.
Speedo: Maybe get her into therapy?
Speedo: It helped Todoroki with his mindset.
Speedo: I hope I'm not coming off as rude.
Me: You're fine, but also right.
Me: I should get her in some kind of therapy.
Speedo: I'm glad you're going to.
Speedo: Also remember my home is a place you can take her if something happens.

"Bakugou?"

I turned in my chair to see a trembling Theodora standing by the door. She looked like a kicked puppy. Shaking body, wet eyes, flustered cheeks and twitching nose. Her new glasses were cracked from her outburst because someone pushed her to the ground. The person claimed it was to protect the reporter.

Guilt flooded my body. I should've have been angry, not contemplating punishing her. But something in my body snapped seeing her like this. My heart felt like led as stood and walked towards her.

She looked at me questioningly, but froze when I leaned down and wrapped my arms around her. Her whole body froze and I just held her. She was much smaller then me and it was weird to lean down to hug her so her head was on my shoulder.

My hand cradled the back of her head and the other was wrapped around her waist. Slowly, as if she was frightened, wrapped her arms around my shoulders. I could feel her trembling and crying slightly.

My poor girl.