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"𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘰𝘬 𝘺/𝘯?" ____
ochaco asked her friend. y/n came into class that day with less energy and would constantly lay her head down on her desk. "i'm fine ochaco." she said stuffing her face deeper into her arms. "ok i'll leave you alone for now, but just know that you can tell me anything." her pink-cheeked friend told her.
"mhmm." she hummed. in reality y/n wasn't fine, she was far from it. her face was probably tear stained from all the crying she's been doing recently.
her parents were arguing more than before and she was thinking about shoto again. it's been 10 years and they still haven't seen each other.
she was also stressed. the u.a. entrance exams were a week away and she felt like she wouldn't pass them. no matter how many hours she spent training or how many times ochaco had told her that she was gonna make it. none of that boosted her confidence.
she continued to push herself nonetheless because if she didn't her mom would have her head. her mom pushed her too hard. that's why she hated training with her, it was usually her getting yelled at for the simplest mistake and staying up for hours just to get it right.
with her dad, he helped her through her mistake instead of yelling at her. he also understood that she needed a break sometimes. he would try to convince her mom to let her have days off from training, but she would just retaliate. her usual line was,
"you want to see shoto right? then get yo ass back up!"
or
"shoto wouldn't want a weak best friend now would he?"
manipulative and condescending those are two words that y/n could describe her mom.
what didn't make sense to y/n was how her mom would still spend time with endeavor, but never ask about shoto.
and when y/n saw him, she would try to ask, but her mom would always cut her off and send her to her room.
"l/n, answer number 3 please." her teacher snapped her out of her thoughts. shit, i didn't even know that class begun. she thought as she started to mentally panic.
"umm..." she nervously chuckled and stared at the question on the board not understanding any of it. she looked down at her notebook and heard a low whisper that only she could hear. "251." she silently thanked who ever just helped her and looked back up at the front.
