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"Get out!" Y/n yelled at her husband. "Get the fuck out!"
She shoved him towards the door and threw his bags at him as well, Kioko was watching from her room, crying in silence and scared. "What do you mean get out!?" Izuku yelled back.
"You fucking piece of shit! You don't care about me nor your daughter! All you do is sit here and work!" She had tears rolling down her cheeks.
"I work because I'm trying to feed you and my daughter! I gave you a roof under your head you this is how you repay me? You need me!"
"I don't fucking need you!"
Kioko slowly began walking towards the loud yelling. "Get out you useless piece of shit!" She continued to shove him out the door. Y/n wanted Izuku to go away.
"Don't fucking touch me!" Izuku growled at her. "Mommy stop it!" Their daughter cried out with tears strolling down her red cheeks. "Stop hurting daddy.." The both stopped and looked at her hurt face. She was full of hurt and pain, the poor 1 year old hated saying this happen between her mother and father.
"Quit fighting, please.." She begged. "I don't want you guys to split..."
Her mother turned towards Deku and pointed towards the door. "Out!" Deku's face was red, full of anger and hatred. He grabbed his bags and walked out the door, slamming it shut with a loud thud and raddle.
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Y/n snapped her eyes open, eyes with tears in them and baggy. "Damnit.." She whispered to her self as she grabbed her black shirt. Even after they separated, she still kept the black shirt Deku gave her, it was quiet big but she didn't mind.
Y/n moved her hands up to her eyes and wiped away the unwanted tears. She stood up from her spot on the bed and made way to the window. A rising sun with snow covering the ground. She walked to the calendar and checked the date on it, it marked January 3rd. She pulled up a marker and placed an 'X' on it.
Walking to the kitchen, she spotted some toys scattered on the living floor in the small apartment. "Ugh.." She sighed and walked inside the kitchen. She took out some ingredients for some toast and pancakes for her and her daughter, Kioko.
She looked over at the radio and turned on her f/s. She began to hum to it and sway her hips.
Moments later, she finally finished making the small breakfast and plated the food, reaching into the refrigerator, she pulled out some orange juice. Y/n opened a cabinet and took out a baby cup for her daughter and a coffee cup for herself.
