(TRIGGER WARNING WILL HAVE A START SIGNAL AND END SIGNAL!)

It was the weekend now. Eijirou was relaxing after all that their teacher put them through on the first week of school. Tatami walked into his room and watched Eijirou sleep.

"Bro! Bro! Eiji!" She whispered, shoving him around. She started to laugh. Eijirou stared at his sister.

"What Tati?"

"C'mon!" She giggled. He got up and put on a hoodie.  She dragged him outside to their little hideout.

"Tatami, what's going on?"

"Look." She said. They lived near the beach so when Tatami needed fresh air, she'd go to the attack and just breathe in. Their dad was out with friends and Tamaki was with his friends as well. They were home alone. "It's so pretty out here. Especially at night Eiji."

"Look." He pointed to the sand. It was a bunch of turtles heading towards the ocean. Tatami gasped. She loved turtles so much!

"I'm going back to bed Tati."

"No~! I wanna talk." She said. "I think- I think my teacher hates me."

"What?! Why would you think that?"

"She gives me weird glares whenever I do something. Like she's studying me."

"Well, I mean, she used to be married to dad. She's probably wondering if you're like him." (The Fatjoke shipper in me is slowly starting to regret making them be a divorced couple.)

"What even happened between them?" She asked with her body curled into a ball.

"You can't tell anybody, not even Tamaki. Kay?"

"Hmmm. Fine."

They walked inside and checked the photo album he went into when he first found out that they had an older sister.

(TRIGGER WARNING!)

"Woah! Is that me?" She hadn't read the name. Then she saw what is said.

'Toyomitsu, Emi. Kumato Prefecture. 1998' that was before Tamaki was born! That was pretty weird. So...

"We have a sister?!" She gasped.

"Not anymore apparently. Your teacher said she didn't have any kids."

Tatami covered her mouth. "That's horrible! The baby died?!" She gasped again. She felt bad. The green haired teacher seemed so happy, it must've been really sad.

"She's famous so maybe there's something about it somewhere."

"Dude, this is wrong. We shouldn't be looking into this stuff. Let's just go to bed."

"You're right. Sorry for dragging this on you."

"It's ok bro."

(TRIGGER IS OVER.)

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Monday morning!

Momo sat up and ran to the bathroom. Five A.M! Perfect! She had to shower, practice a bit of violin and piano, eat breakfast, then let her chauffeur drive her to school twenty minutes before anyone else she knew were there.

She took off her nightgown and ran the water. She was ready to see her friends again. She just wanted to make sure no one found out about her... after school activities. She wasn't a prostitute or anything! She just had lots of stuff to do after school and didn't want people to know about it.

She got dressed, put on her shoes, and grabbed her violin. She started to play for a while before her alarm rang telling her to practice piano. Her mother and father watched her, making sure she was correct every time.

"Go eat breakfast Momo." Murielle sighed. "You need to do better."

"Wait?! That was my best performance yet!"

Her father spoke up, "You need to do better! Go eat. You're going to practice more the second you get home." Momo nodded and walked away. Her day was already in shambles. Her dad had always been like that. Constantly telling her to do better, be better!

It was irritating.

She did Ice skating in winter, ballet in spring, and tennis during summer, what did her parents want?! Her only off season was fall and even then, she had yearly modeling!

Momo was sick of it. She sat down and grumbled to herself as she ate the fruit salad she always had. To be honest, she hated fruit salads. It was so disgusting to have bitter oranges mixed with sweet grapes and then, apples. Apples through off the texture of the salad. She'd pick out every single thing and eat it separately. Then she'd eat granola bars in the bathroom before class started just so she wouldn't get in trouble with her parents.

Around the time she had to go to school, her parents just glared at her as she left.

"Bye mother, Bye father." She said, leaving.

She hopped into the expensive car and  waited to arrive at UA. They were starting PE that week because Aizawa~sensei kept falling asleep before PE's usual bell. That's why Midoriya's stepdad, Mr.Yagi was going to be monitoring Aizawa to make sure he was awake at PE time.

Momo walked into school with her student ID and hid in the bathroom. She ate a bunch of granola bars and cried.

Just three more years. Three years until she could leave them. And they wonder why she was so awkward around guests and people. They sheltered her too much!

Then there was Ivy. She was literally perfect, a college student, waiting to go to the Olympics for her amazing rhythmic gymnastics. Momo couldn't even compete. That's why her parents made her do ice skating so she could compete in the Olympics as well. It made her unhappy. Tears came down her face.

When she finally realized she was crying, her breakfast was finished, her cousin was inside the room, and she was fixing her makeup.

"Momo! Why are you crying?"

"I'm so sick of my parents Kyouka. I want to run away, or scream at them."

"I'm sure your parents would understand."

"No! They wouldn't Kyouka! And I don't want to tell anyone I'm related to them! I don't want people to know who I am!"

"Ok. Just... we'll talk about this at lunch. Meet me in the bathroom. Kay?"

"Kay."

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That day everyone was walking in. Tsuyu kept her head down as Aizawa taught the random stuff they needed to know. Tsuyu was slightly nervous. She had a big scar on her back and legs where her socks covered. No one could see them but when she got changed, they were clear. She didn't want to get asked about it. She would just change in the corner.... 

The bell rang signaling they had to go to the locker rooms.

"Go get dressed, I'll see you in ten minutes." Aizawa grumbled.

Tsuyu's heart sank and she just walked along with the rest of her classmates. This would be utterly delightful! That was sarcasm. She would just stay quiet or something when someone asked.

Yeah. That's what she'll do.

(I changed the summary, there are a lot of triggers and I don't want anyone getting triggered or sad, so please read at your own risk, this book will probably be a little sad.)