The conversation between Kirishima and your mum was brief and then you interjected and said you would see him tomorrow, hoping that would be a signal enough for him to leave so you could EAT.
Thankfully, he got the hint and that ended things quickly. He said a short goodbye and stepped back as your mum pulled off the curb and started driving.
Famished and I’m comfortable company, you dove forwards, as far as you could reach and ripped your bag open, grabbing for the first bento box you could find.
“Oh! Sweets! You didn’t eat lunch today?! What happened?!” your mum asked as you popped the lid off the box and started shoveling food into your mouth.
“I didn’t have time,” you lied through a mouthful.
“Oh sweetheart. How much do you have there? That’s not going to be enough for a growing girl like you?! Let’s do a quick drive through before dinner, that should tie you over,” your mum said kindly, tutting as you pushed more food into your mouth, “oh you poor darling,” she said softly as she patted your knee. It was silent for a second then she spoke again. “Well that boyfriend of yours is very nice.”
You nearly inhaled your mouthful of food into your right lung.
After explaining to your mum that he wasn’t your boyfriend, and stopping at a drive through for a little more food, you got home and continued to pack. You still didn’t want to move… but you didn’t really have a solid reason to not move. Your classmates were being really nice to you after all.
Before you knew it it was move day and your dad woke you up extra early so he could start moving boxes.
He had hired the removal van himself and was going to move you there himself. You were sure it was because he wanted to make sure you were actually going.
“Come on, Y/N. Let’s get moving!” he said as he picked up a small box and walked out of your room and off down the hall, “make sure you grab a big box!” he called back over his shoulder to you.
You picked up a medium one and followed after him, dragging your feet a little.
You walked out to the van and waited for him to put his box down in the back and turn around so you could hand your box up to him but he just stepped aside and jumped down onto the road and walked off.
“Put it at the back with the other one,” he called out to you as he walked off.
You looked up into the van.
“What the heck?” you thought as you put the box down on the edge of the van boot, that was about chest height, and then tried to work out how you were going to get up into the back to carry the box.
It was while you were trying to work it out that your dad came out with another small box.
“Come on. Hurry up. You haven’t even put your box in yet,” he chided, placing the small box next to your one, “what? Can’t you get up?”
“No,” you said softly.
“And this is why you need to lose weight,” he sighed, “anyone else your age would have sprung up into the back by now.”
Tears welled in your eyes and you looked away from him. Crying never helped. It only made him go off more.
He just walked off again to get another box and you quickly wiped your eyes on your sleeve and hurried to work out a way to get up before he came back. The tray being chest height… how on earth?!
You looked back behind you and saw a rock in the garden bed that appeared to to be a decent size and decided to use it as a step.
Quickly turning from the back of the van you walked over and picked it up, with a considerable deal of effort, then walked back over to the van and placed it down on the ground.
With one quick glance to your left you checked to make sure your dad wasn’t coming yet and then did your best little hop jump to get up into the back of the van. You whacked an elbow, shin and hip on the way up but you made it and quickly picked up your box and moved it to the back of the van, panting furiously then got your dad’s small box and moved it as well, just as he arrived with another small box.
“Put this at the back,” he instructed, handing it to you. Then, when you took it from him, he reached down and picked up your rock and moved it back to the garden bed and walked off, “come on! Get out of the van we have more boxes to move!”
You had turned around just as he put the rock back in the garden and walked off, and more tears suddenly sprung to your eyes.
Why was he being so cruel.
Bottom lip quivering and tears running down your cheeks, you got out of the van and walked to the house with your head down, heading inside to get another box.
Your dad was coming back out down the hall and you crossed paths as he headed outside while you headed in.
“Pick up a big box Y/N. And don’t even think about getting that rock,” he said darkly as he passed.
Thankfully, he didn’t hear your soft sob as you walked to your room, wiping your eyes on your sleeve as you walked in.
You picked up a medium box and turned to the door to carry it out, tears dripping onto the box as you walked down the hall to the door then outside to the van.
As you feared, your dad was just standing at the van with his arms crossed, waiting for you.
“Get the box into the van and put it down the back,” he instructed.
“Dad… I…” Your words choked in your throat and you couldn’t get them out, tears flowing a lot more freely than your words were at that point.
“Stop crying and get the box into the van,” he demanded.
“Dad… I can’t get up into the van without the rock…”
“Well I can,” he snapped, “you’re unaware of just how big you are and how lazy it’s making you,” he added, frustrated with you, “if you don’t lose the weight you’re going to end up dead at 30.”
“Would that make you happy?!” you suddenly blurted out.
You even surprised yourself. You never spoken back to your parents. You had been glaring at him through your tears but the minute you spoke up you dropped your gaze knowing you had said the wrong thing.
Feeling guilty and upset, and everything else under the sun, you dropped your box and ran back inside, moving as fast as you possibly could.
Your dad was yelling something after you but your panic drove you forwards, propelling you into the house and down the hall to the safety of your room, then you closed your door quickly and looked around your room for somewhere to hide… but unfortunately there was nowhere to hide.