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Aizawa's Pov

"If you have something to say, say it now. If you don't, then get out of my house."

I watched her slam the door, not even glancing back.

I knew I'd stricken a nerve, calling y/n a hypocrite. But it was the truth. Ever since she'd told me about what had happened to her parents, it was obvious that she felt guilty about it, but as soon as I felt guilty, she'd told me to stop.

But she became so far away near the end of the argument. As soon as I said her name, she'd flinched. Her stance had become protective and her hands went to her stomach. She had told me about how she was shot when she was a kid. Fuck. Had I made her feel like that scared little girl again?

A new wave of guilt washed over me, this time for both my students and y/n.

I walked over to her door and knocked softly.

"Y/n? Look, I shouldn't have done that. I was just angry." I sighed, "I was angry with myself and I'm not going to leave until you talk to me."

There was no response.

"Y/n ,please..."

Nothing.

I didn't know what to do. We'd gone from laughing to arguing so quickly it was hard to register my own emotions before I'd snapped at her.

She was just trying to help you, why did you fight her?

I tried the handle and the door swung open.

She's not here.

She must've used her quirk and left without me noticing. Fuck.

I wiped my hand down my face and groaned.

I'm sorry y/n.

Y/n's Pov

"Miss Tanakashi? Would you like to follow me?"

I nodded with a fake smile.

"Your grandfather was asking when you'd visit again."

My smile faltered and I looked down at my feet. Grandfather. It just reinforced the years I'd stolen from my parents. He was too old to be my father.

The nurse cleared her throat and we walked in awkward silence. I wasn't in the mood to partake in false conversation.

The woman knocked on door 28, "Mr and Mrs Tanakashi, you have a visitor," She opened the door without waiting for an answer.

"Y/n!" My dad turned his head and gave me a closed eye smile which I returned, the smile being anything but fake this time.

"I'll leave you to it." The nurse bowed and left the room, closing the door behind her.

My father smiled and patted the seat next to him.

"Dad," I beamed, "I am so sorry I haven't visited for a while, I've been..." my voice faltered. "I've been so busy, sorry papa." I lied. "Hello, mama." I placed my hand on my mother's and she looked up, only just realising that someone new had entered the room, "Hello dear, it's lovely to meet you." I nodded, hiding the disappointment on my face.

"Darling, it's y/n, your daughter." My dad rested a hand on her shoulder and she looked at me once more with a hint of recognition behind her eyes. "Oh yes! Silly me." She smiled.

"She does remember you y/n-chan, you just have to remind her. Now enough about that, how are you doing?"

I told him about how the cafe was doing and asked his opinions on who I should hire as the new wait staff, he chuckled at the mention of the fake Hawks application to which he told me all about how the hero comes to this home a lot, "He visits someone here quite often and always checks on everyone when he comes in." He explained.

"Very handsome, he'd be the perfect match for my daughter." My mum said to me and I smiled. Ignoring the sadness that rose in my chest when she went back to forgetting me.

My dad sighed and pulled me into his side, giving me a tight squeeze. "I'm sorry y/n, give her a few minutes and she'll recognise you again." He explained, "She's started doing it to me, you just have to be patient."

"I'm so sorry Papa," I whispered.

"Y/n-chan, it's not your fault." He smiled gently, "It's never been your fault. Now, speaking of matches, have you met anyone?" He winked and I blushed.

"Dad!"

"What? I'm just looking out for you, so you better tell me if anyone's won my little girl's heart so I can make sure they don't hurt you."

"No offence but what are you going to do? Hit them around the head with your walking stick."

"I'll let you know I have a powerful right hook young lady. Just because my body looks old and shaky, doesn't mean I am." He flexes his 'muscles'.

"What a looker." My mum coos and my dad smirked proudly.

"Thank you, darling, now you." He points at me dramatically, "Didn't I ask you a question?"

I sigh, "Fine... There may be... someone." I fidget with my hands.

"And who is this lovely lady or gentleman?"

"His name is Shota Aizawa."

"Shota Aizawa. A good name." My mother perks up. "Shota, to prosper."

"He's a good man." I smile sadly.

"But?" My dad looks at me.

"But what?"

"I know my daughter, I know when something is wrong."

I sighed, "Before I came here, we- we got into a fight."

"About what?"

"He felt guilty for something he had no control over. I wanted to help but I just made it worse and he called me a hypocrite."

"Because of us, yes?"

I nodded.

"Well, I see where he's coming from." My mother chimed in.

"Mama?"

"Y/n, you blame yourself over and over again for that night when what you don't realise is that you have never been to blame. I know it's hard for you to understand but it's the truth. Do you remember when Yoko was a kitten and she went missing?"

I nodded slowly, slightly shocked at my mother's sudden clarity.

"You wouldn't stop blaming yourself for it, first it was that you kept the door open, then it was you didn't pet her enough- you were blaming yourself to a point where you didn't think Yoko would ever come back, but she did and do you know why she went missing? Because your father locked her in his shed. So please, y/n, for me, stop blaming yourself for our predicament. We have no hate for you, we only have love for our amazing, beautiful, brave pro-hero daughter."

I sniff as a tear rolls down my cheek.

"Do you care about Shota?"

I nodded.

"Of course you do, I imagine he cares about you too. So you'll both find it in your hearts to forgive each other."

"Thank you, mama."

"Your welcome y/n."

My father and I spent the rest of my visit talking about how he met my mother, how he knew she was the love of his life after he first laid eyes on her. It made me laugh, Shota definitely didn't think that about me when we first met.

I remembered the look of complete confusion on his face when I suddenly appeared in front of his face, our first conversation where he stole my capture and left me to deal with the cleanup.

"I thought heroes were meant to be nicer?"

"I thought heroes were meant to be mature."

He'd called me immature this morning as well. I completely understood where he was coming from, I had fewer social skills than a 5-year-old, and yet he still liked me. Even after all the bickering and petty squabbles we'd gotten into, he still cared for me. That night when he had held me in his arms and listened to everything I said with complete sincerity, he'd told me he liked me.

Maybe he was the one I'd shout the wrong answers with whilst watching shitty quiz shows.

I wanted that to be him. Did he want that too?

"Next time you visit, you have to bring this boyfriend of yours with you." My dad insisted as I gave both my parents hugs.

I let out a little laugh. "Only if you promise to not scare him away." That's if he's even still my boyfriend then. "Love you Mama, love you, Papa."

"I love you too y/n-chan." My dad beamed and my mother nodded, our eyes meeting without the usual barrier of lost memories between them.

I left my parents with a weight off my chest that day. Something that had been growing ever since my mother had looked straight through me. For the first time ever I could say without faltering, I am not to blame.

Thank you, mama.


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