Putting all of his disappointment of himself, of how he has made you upset, into his workout, he did his best to push all of his concerns and questions aside and just focus on the job at hand, really working each muscle individually, and by the time the sweat was running down his forehead he was feeling much better.
“Ei!” his mum called from the kitchen, “are you home? Dinner is ready!”
“Oh! Yeah! I’m home, I’m coming!” he called as he put the weights down and wiped his forehead on the shoulder part of his shirt and headed for his bedroom door.
“We’re home!” your mum called brightly as she pushed the front door open with the big box of donuts in her hand, with you following behind.
“Welcome back,” your dad called from the study, getting up out of his office chair to come and greet you both, “more junk food?” he commented, upon seeing the box of donuts being placed on the kitchen bench.
“It’s been a good day for Y/N, hasn’t it, sweet?” your mum coaxed and you nodded down at the floor.
“Yeah. It was ok,” you confirmed softly.
“School was good then?” your dad asked, “are you famous now?”
You tried to hide the unhappy look on your face and just shrugged.
“No…” you mumbled.
“Oh, but you should be famous now,” your dad said with a proud smirk, “I mean, this school cares greatly about quirk origins. It’s a hero school. They should feel honoured that you’ve chosen to go there. Without our family line this world wouldn’t have quirks.”
“Pretty sure some OTHER family line would then have a quirk that they shared. It’s not that special,” you thought with an internal eye roll.
“Have a donut, lovie,” your mum requested of your dad, reaching for the box and opening it then holding it out towards him.
“No thanks,” he said sharply, holding his hand out in a stop sign to the box, “we don’t need 3 large people in this house.”
Suddenly you felt too full. Like your stomach had just died. You didn’t want to eat anything ever again. You had looked up at that point but then dropped your gaze to your feet again.
“Umm…” your mum quickly interjected into the now cold silence, “honey,” she addressed your dad, “you had some news. Did you want to be the one to share?” she asked as she reached into the box of donuts and shoved a whole one into her mouth.
“Yes,” your dad said, the conversation moving on to a new topic at lightening speed, “so. As you heard, UA had a small breech of security earlier this month with a villain attack so they’ve decided to move the students into secure on site dorms. YOU will also be moving into the dorms,” he added happily.
“What?!” you asked with surprise, looking up at him.
“Yes,” he confirmed, “this will be good for you! You won’t be just able to eat donuts and chocolates and everything else whenever you want.”
“Umm… what?” you asked, you weren’t sure what on earth this had to do with food?
“The move date is on this weekend so get packing! I’ve already put the moving boxes in your room,” he added.
“What?” you asked again, everything was happening way too quickly.
“Stop saying ‘what’ and go and pack,” he said firmly, shooing you with his hand.
You stepped back to avoid his shooing hand and turned slowly.
“But… but what if I don’t want to mo—,”
“There’s nothing more to add to this discussion. Go and pack now,” your dad said firmly again and you had no option but to just leave, putting your head down and walking to your room.
You could hear soft talking as you walked away and heard your mum sniff as she shoved another donut in her mouth.
“My baby,” you heard her mumble sadly.
“This is the best for all of us! You two are bad news together. All you do is eat and stay fat,” he said cruelly.
“We’re just big boned,” your mum tried to say, only to be cut off by him, but by then you had reached your room, entered, then closed the door behind you so you didn’t have to listen to his cutting words.
You stood there in the middle of your room and stared at the folded boxes lined up along the wall behind the door.
Tears welled in your eyes.
“But… I don’t really know anyone in the class yet and I don’t feel comfortable. I don’t want to move away,” you thought sadly as your bottom lip quivered.
A sudden knock on your door behind you made you jump and you turned and grabbed the knob and opened the door with your eyes on the floor.
“Here,” a packing tape strapping item was shoved into your view, “you’ll need this.”
And the second you took it the door was closed and you were on your own again.
“I don’t want to go…”
You had a fitful sleep that night and felt like death the next day. Eyes still feeling puffy and swollen.
You looked at your reflection in the mirror after your shower that morning and nearly cried again.
Welp. That was the look for the day you guessed.
“Y/N~,” your mum sung as you got into your school uniform, “I’ve made a yummy breakfast for you!” she added, you could hear the excitement and happiness in her voice as it floated up the hall to your room.
“Ok,” you called back, grabbing some last minute things before opening the door and walking down to the kitchen.
Your mum had put on a spread! There was EVERYTHING laid out on the table. You were immediately excited.
“Oh, this looks amazing,” you said with a soft look in your eye.
“I knew this would cheer you up!” she said as she bustled her way around the table and gave you a big hug. Her hugs were always so warm and full and you felt comfort wash over you.
“Come now, let’s eat and then I’ll drop you at school again. I’ll also pick you up too, ok? Now you just be yourself. You’re beautiful. The right people will come to you if you just be yourself,” she added, trying to be the positivity becon for the morning.
You nodded and sat down at the table, reaching one arm out to grab a plate and getting ready to start your day. You weren’t going to let this beautiful spread of food go to waste! Your mum had cooked most of it.
The first thing on your to do, eat, list- was the fresh made sugar dumplings drizzled in a sugar syrup. Your mouth was watering as you reached across the table to grab for it with your fork. Best to start the day on a high, right?