Tomura reached out to caress my face, his fingertips barely touching my cheek.

"You're so delicate, like a little flower." He said. A tear ran down my cheek, but he quickly wiped it away. I tried to scream, but the rag in my mouth stopped me from doing so.

"Hush, hush, I'm here now. You're safe."

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My eyes shot open, and darted around the room. I'm home, I'm in my apartment. I try to control my breathing, to slow down my heart rate but I can't.

I'm alone. There's no one here. Why did I send Iida away? Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck.

I reach for my phone and call the first number I see. I realize I'm hyperventilating and try to do breathing exercises to slow down my breathing.

"Hello?" Says a tired voice from the other side of the line.

"Jiro, hi, I'm so sorry to be calling this late," I looked at my alarm clock.

3:49

"Or early rather, but I had a nightmare and I'm alone, panicking and hyperventilating and I can't calm myself down. I just need to talk to someone please." At this point, I was crying, not sure what to do.

"Ok, ok, do you want me to come over?" I hear the rustling of sheets.

"No, no, I don't want to bother you, I've already woken you up this early. I just need someone to talk to me and take my mind off of everything."

"Ok, ok. That's cool. Um, what do you want to talk about?" I could tell Jiro was scared too, most likely that if I didn't calm down I'd do something I'd regret.

"What kind of music do you like?"

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Jiro and I talked till about eight in the morning about anything and everything. She was funny and sweet, made me feel calm. She said she had hero work to do and I didn't want to keep her from that so I let her go.

I laid on my back in my living room, phone in hand. I sigh, getting up and deciding sleep was a lost cause at this point. Besides, my parents were coming in t-minus four hours and I need to mentally prepare myself for that.

I made breakfast, which was just a pop tart, but a breakfast worthy of the gods.

I got dressed in my best "please leave me alone" outfit which turned out to be sweatpants and a t-shirt. Not like my parents will get the hint.

Eventually (by eventually I mean after I watched nature documentaries on Netflix for three hours), my parents showed up.

"Hello my darling, how was your night?" My mother asked, kissing both my cheeks and sitting beside me.

"Hello dear." Said my father, sitting across from us.

"I slept alright mother. What about you?" I decided to leave out the part about my nightmare and the calm down call with Jiro in fear my mother would take me to a specialist. I'm not letting that happen again.

"I slept very well, thank you. As did your father." My father nods at this, being a man of few words. At least that's what mother calls him. I think he's just a coward who can't stand up to his wife. "So this is your apartment?" She says, looking around. "Rather large."

"I like the space." I say simply, staring at a painting I had hung on the wall.

"As always, your decorating could use a bit of work." She gestured to the Funko Pop figures I had of different hero's that all sat on my mantle. I get up, readjusting Hawks, as he was crooked.

"I rather like them. Adds character."

"So that man yesterday," my mother said, disregarding anything I had to say and getting straight to what interested her, "what was his name again?" I sigh.

"Iida. His name is Iida. Would you like anything to drink?" I asked, trying to divert her attention from Iida.

"A water for your father and I. So what do you think of Iida?" I sigh, walking to the kitchen.

Just say what's best for Iida. Don't rope him into a marriage.

"He's nice." I stared simply, placing my parents waters down in front of them. I sit back in the couch, curling up in a blanket.

"I think he's rather nice. Is he a hero?" I thought back to last night.

"Nonsense. I want a pro hero to escort you home."

"Yes."

"Which one?" My father asks. If they can't have a pro hero daughter they'll have a pro hero
son-in-law.

"You know I can't say."

"Oh come on dear, it's fine. Who will we tell? We're just two lonely old folks with no one to talk to." Guilt-trip? We're going back to that?

"I can't mother, it breaks Hero-Law Confidentiality. That's a federal offense." She huffed in disappointment.

"Fine then." I grab the remote, turning on a cartoon. I needed something light-hearted. I chuckled at the stupid jokes, making my mother raise her eye brow at me.

"So (Y/N) darling, have you thought about what your father said?"

"I'm not becoming a pro hero mother." I said sternly, eyes not leaving the blonde character as she smiled and posed.

"You have your license, just get an agency to sign you! You'll be wonderful dear." She prodded. I pause my cartoon.

"Mother, I'm happy where I am. If you kept up with my career at all you would know people literally call me The Unlicensed Hero. It's easy to keep up with my career as it's public, but you won't even put in the effort because I'm not exactly the daughter you wanted. And I'm sorry that I am such a disappointment." My eyes widened and my hands clamped over my mouth when I realized what I said.

"After all we have done for you, that's what you have to say? That we don't care? We do care and we have done nothing but love you." She glares at me, my fathers eyes staying on the television, beads of sweat running down his face.

Maybe I'm not sorry for what I said.

"Love me?" My mother nodded. "You forced me to think that I needed to become a hero because that's what you wanted. You forced me to go to the Entrance Exams, when I told you that all I wanted to do was practice law! That's not love!" I exclaim. My mother was speechless.

"You ungrateful child," was all she could say.

"Ungrateful? What do I have to be grateful for mother? The fact that you hate me because I'm not what you want?" She just stares at me. "You guilt tripped me daily! It was a regular occurrence! You tried to guilt trip me today! Just now! But I didn't fall for it because I have finally built up a resistance to it.

"Do you know that villain? The one that kidnapped me? He wrote the letters! He admitted it! He said he was in love with me, but you don't know that because all you care about is how you look to your country club friends and having a missing daughter who has villain in love with her doesn't help your image. You don't care about me!"

"I have done nothing but care for you your entire life!" My mother exclaims back.

"Expelled?"

"Mother, it wasn't anything I did, this man, this villain wrote letters-"

"I don't want to hear it."

"You didn't care about how I felt when I was expelled,"

"Mother, I passed!"

"Passed what?"

"The bar exam."

"What will you do now, a test doesn't give you a life."

"When I got my law degree,"

"I was promoted! Head detective!"

"And what will that get you? A badge?"

"Or even when I got the biggest promotion of my life. Because you don't care unless I go according to your plan." I spat out, standing up. "Even now, you don't care. I woke up at four in the morning because I had a nightmare about my kidnapper and was on the phone with my friend for four hours while she calmed me down. I'm recovering mother! I am scarred from that! And yet you're asking me what I think of a boy you think is cute!"

"That is no way to talk to your mother." My father says suddenly, standing as well.

"No ones here to stop me."

"I refuse to be treated like this." My mother says.

"Then leave."

Damn.

Now you have a better idea of why I hate (Y/N)'s parents. They suck ass.

Again, I want to thank you all for the love and support I receive, it's a bit overwhelming, but I appreciate every single one of you.

I still have no access to my account on my phone, so I'm still writing on my old one, which isn't to bad to be completely honest.

Stay safe and stay inside!

Over and out.