Camie is your mom.

Katsuki was your father. They didn’t have a great marriage. They ended up getting divorced.

Camie won all custody. They didn’t want a pro hero to have a kid, said it would be dangerous.

Camie hated you. She barely wanted you. It was hell.

She’d make you do extra work for school and make you stay up to study. She wouldn’t even feed you every day. You wanted to call Katsuki, your dad, the dad who would home from work, pick you up and kiss you all over. Your dad who would give you little head pats whenever you needed to calm down.

But Camie destroyed your phone. Said that it was an immature device, even though most of her time was directed to Candy Crush if not at you.

She was overworking you.

For a couple months now, Katsuki has been trying to call you. Check up if you. Straight to voicemail. He was pissed. How dare you?! You’d really ignore your own father?! He wasn’t aware the torture it was to be at home. He didn’t know that you didn’t have a phone to call “daddy” on...

He was done. He came to the house that he used to live in. The house where you and your mother Camie lived in. Camie wasn’t home yet and she hadn’t moved the spare key since the divorce.

He went inside, looking around.

“Bug. Its dad. Hello? HELLO?!”

He went up to your room, opened the door and he had never seen you so… slim… so tired. You looked like you were going to pass out any second. He didn’t see your phone anywhere…

You had notebooks and homework everywhere. This wasn’t healthy… your eye bags were too deep for a kid.

You saw him and you wanted to cry. You wanted him so bad.

He couldn’t help it. His hand traveled to his mouth a way to keep tears in and any nausea. His baby… his bug… had turned into this…