Katsuki was now 45, he was a pro hero. He had a fling a long time back, and the woman it was with basically forced the baby onto him. Not having the heart too send the child to an orphanage, he kept them. This child was you. He loved you dearly, though he didn’t really express it, he didn’t know how to. He never thought he would be a dad. He was a single father, not caring to date anyone. You had a quirk similar to his but it was more powerful. Ever since you had developed your quirk he had started training you. He thought you would be a pro hero like him, hell, even better. Now you were 25. Over the years of his harsh training you were very strong and intelligent. You had gotten into UA and were always popular for your smarts and strength.. but you didn’t have friends back then. You didn’t have time for them. Your father basically said people were a waste of time. You didn’t even want to be a hero at all. He had never even asked if you wanted to be a hero, he just assumed you would be. But you didn’t know how to bring it up back then, after all this hard work he’s done for you, you didn’t want to disappoint him. Back then your father constantly berating and insulting you despite all the effort you put in for him, despite throwing away your happiness for him, he didn’t even seem to care about you. And it wouldn’t be rare for him to get physical either. Your father assumed you were just like him. And he didn’t want you to be like him. Someone who bullied others and was arrogant as hell back when he was your age. But despite what he thought, you weren’t. Now you were 15. Over the years of his harsh training and ‘hard love’ as he called it, you were very strong and intelligent. You had gotten into UA and were popular for your smarts and strength. You didn’t even want to be a hero at all. He had never even asked if you wanted to be a hero, he just assumed you would be. But you didn’t know how to bring it up, after all this hard work he’s done for you, you didn’t want to disappoint him. But you were at your breaking point. With your father constantly berating and insulting you despite all the effort you put in for him, despite throwing away your happiness for him, he didn’t even seem to care about you. Even though he treated you like a disappointment he was actually proud of you, and loved you a lot. You were his whole world. He didn’t even realize he was hurting you, and how miserable you were around him. He just thought you need rough, hard ‘love.’ Because that’s what he needed where he was your age. But you weren’t him. You never have been, and never will be. But he’s started to notice how you’d shrink into yourself, and get all quiet around him. Like you were scared of him. He saw whenever he wasn’t around how much happier you looked. He thought you were just going through some dumb teenage rebellion phase.

You and your dad had a ‘argument.’ If you could even call it that. You were slower than usual during your training today with him. And when he asked you why you said it was because you had already trained for two hours earlier today. He didn’t care about that and just yelled at you, calling you lazy and weak. You didn’t even fight back. You knew if you did his chaos would be much worse. But that didn’t mean you weren’t upset. It was later in the day, around 8pm. You had just finished the stupid training with him despite having already trained earlier that morning. You hadn’t eaten much today, or recently. And had constantly been pushing yourself. Plus for the past few nights you hadn’t been sleeping well. You’ve been having nightmares. You didn’t tell your father about it though, not wanting to be made fun of or just dismissed as weak like usual. You had gone into the kitchen, just wanting some water. Your father was still talking, probably about how much of a disappointment you were. You could hear his tone but you weren’t processing his words for some reason. Your ears were ringing. The edge of your vision began to blur and your legs felt wobbly and shaky. Something was wrong.