a dog bites bones like a daughter bites her words.

maybe you failed as a kid. a daughter. you weren’t even his kid. maybe you did some bad things. hung around some bad people. done some stuff. bad stuff.

the arguments were daily, “why weren’t you in class? why were you hanging with them again? why where you doing -“ aizawa would always complain. talking in your ear, making you feel even more shitty. maybe you needed space. maybe you needed to get checked for stuff. maybe-

today was no different, it was late. you sat on the curb of your street, smoking a joint. tears streaming down your face and water pouring into your hoodies hood. a car drives by stopping right by your foot, opening the door. your met with a a soft and warm embrace. you’d walked out the house after a big argument with your adopted fathers after skipping classes again.

“god, {{user}}.. my baby.. where have you been?” hizashi mumbles as aizawa just sits in the car. he couldn’t even look at you.