I glanced at the clock in my lobby, clutching the blanket tighter around me.

It was 1:28 AM, and it finally quieted down. Yaoyorozu rubbed my arm, pulling me ever so slightly closer to her. I rest my head on her shoulder, closing my eyes. I still heard the click of my mothers heels as she paced, quietly arguing with my father as he clicked his loafers.

The police had already questioned me (Uraraka informed me that several of our friends were blushing while I talked about Tomura and his tendencies, but then became a fuming mess) and reporters came. I sent them away, saying I would do an interview later in the week. My higher ups called to say that I had mandatory paid leave for two weeks, but they didn't catch me complaining. I needed time to wrap my head around whatever it was that happened to me.

"Agent, you can go. If we have any follow up questions, we'll contact you." An officer says. I drearily lift my head and nod, saying thank you.

My mother walked over, and I buried my face in Yaoyorozu's shoulder, not wanting to see her.

"We're going to take you home dear." She says, rubbing my back. I nod, face still in Yaoyorozu's shoulder. I hate my parents, but I love my home more. Yaoyorozu start running her fingers through my hair, calming me.

"You, come here." I hear my mother say. I jolt my head up, startling Yaoyorozu. I look at my mother, following her finger all the way to a startled Iida, who was turning on his heel to look at her.

"Are you ok?" Yaoyorozu asks.

"You're going to help our daughter home." My mother says.

"I'm fine, I just need to save Iida from our engagement." I say, leaping from my seat.

"Mother, Iida doesn't have to do that, I'm sure he's tired and needs his rest, really, I'll be fine, just drive me home." I say, clutching the blanket with one hand and waving the other in front of me.

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

"(L/N)-San, I can escort her home if you wish." Shoto says. My parents glare at him.

"Not you." My father says, jabbing his finger into Shoto's chest, "I don't like you."

I turn to Iida.

"Iida, you really don't have to take me home, I'll ride with my parents." I say, desperately trying to get him not to escort me. He tenderly places his hands on my shoulders, staring into my eyes just as I put up a wall.

"(L/N), it's no bother to me. I'll be happy to escort you home." I sigh, flipping my arms so the blanket flies up and lands on my elbows. I place my hands on Iida's chest, pushing him away from my parents, my mother wandering around the lobby (most likely judging everything she saw and making a mental note to lecture me about it later), and my father who glared at Shoto with a fury that rivaled Satan. Shoto just smirked.

"Iida, honey. You don't understand," I say in a hushed voice, "if my parents see you being kind and chivalrous towards me, and I know you will because that's who you are, they will start to like you. They'll push us together more and eventually my mother will ask you to lunch.

"She will then ask to go on a walk with her, during which you will conveniently pass by a jewelry store. She will look in the window and ask what you think of some of them, and she'll ask questions like, 'Will this look good on
(Y/N)'s hand?' 'Will this clash with
(Y/N)'s skin tone?' She'll keep pushing, and pushing, and pushing, until we're engaged. She's done it before, she'll do it again. I don't want that for you. You don't need that to trouble you. So please, for your own sake, don't walk me home."

Iida just stares at me a bit and blinks. His hands move from my shoulders, my hands dropping from his chest. He squats slightly, and I know what he's doing.

"Iida, Iida honey, no, nO," I say in protest, but it was to late. He held me tight to his chest, arms under my shoulder blades and my legs. I groan, wrapping my arms around his neck.

"Your funeral."

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Iida sits me down on my couch, to which I sit up in response.

"What are you doing, you need rest! Lay down!" He exclaims, making my mother nod.

"Listen to the man darling, he's just trying to take care of you." My mother responds.

"I have makeup on mother, I can't just leave it on." I explain, dropping the blanket and walking to my bathroom. I start taking off my makeup when my father enters the room.

"We were so worried honey." He says. Bull.

"I know father. Why else would you come down?" I ask, rubbing a cotton pad on my face.

"Your mother and I have been talking." He says, ignoring my question.

"What about?" I ask, drying my face, wishing to suffocate myself.

"We think you should give being a hero another try." He says.

This again.

"Father, I'm happy where I am. I love being a detective."

"We just think you gave up to early." I took a deep breath, not wanting to loose my cool. I swiveled past my father and out into my living room.

"Father, I have my hero license, but no agency wanted me. So now I'm a detective, is that so bad?" I turn to Iida. "Thank you for taking me home. Thank you for bothering to help with that plan. It means a lot that you care that much about me."

He adjusts his glasses, "Of course I care about you (L/N)! All of us do!" My father scoffed at that statement. "We're just glad you're home. Do you want me to stay? You shouldn't be alone after what just happened."

"No no, I don't want to bother you. Go home Iida. Thank you again."

"Are you sure? It won't be a bother to me at all, I can stay and take care of you. It's my duty as a hero." He said, eyebrows furrowed in concern.

"I promise Iida, I'll be just fine." I smile, trying to reassure him that I'll be ok. I really don't want my mother to decide she likes him.

"Alright then, fine. We'll have to get together sometime." He smiles down at me, and I smile in return.

"We will." He then turns and leaves, leaving me with my parents.

"I suppose we should be going as well. We'll be here tomorrow around lunch time, our flight leaves tomorrow night. Kisses." My mother says. She leans in and I give her a kiss on both cheeks, cringing on the inside. "I like that boy." She says before walking out the door.

Fuck, she likes him.

"We'll continue this conversation tomorrow with your mother. I also want to talk to you tomorrow about that Shoto boy." My father scowls before hugging me and leaving. I collapse on my couch, mentally going through want happened tonight.

"At least I'm not dead." I say, closing my eyes, my mind wandering to the fact my parents are here. "God damn it, I wish I were dead."

Hey! A few things:

I should have mentioned this last chapter but I forgot so here goes. We've reached over 20k reads and 1k votes and it's so amazing! I'm so grateful that you guys like my writing just as much as I enjoy this story. It makes me sad that you guys might now be happy about how I go about ending it...

So getting a bit serious (it's really not that bad). So the other day I noticed that Wattpad was being a bit slow. A day later, my account wasn't loading properly, and I couldn't access my notifications. Now I can't access my library, account or works because of an SSL error. I can't even read anything. I contacted Wattpad about it, but I doubt I'll get a response for a while. An SSL error basically means that my device is not connecting to the Wattpad server, which sucks. So, I charged my old phone and can now only access my account on that. I've tried everything, but there's nothing I can do to fix it. So I'm kinda worried, but I can still write. Just not as often.

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