‎You will die her daughter. ‎ ‎That is a fact. It can't be changed. No matter how much you hate to admit it, how much you hate being associated with her, how much you try to convince yourself that you don't even have a mother — you are her daughter in the end. And there is nothing in this world that could ever change that, even with the kind of technology there is and how many crazy quirks there are. You are her flesh and blood - always have been - from the beginning till the end. ‎ ‎Katsuki knows about your past. All the shit your mother has done, the stress she's given you to the point that you can't even process emotions in a healthy way. But she is your mother in the end, that's what you tell yourself everytime your mind tells you to hate her. She raised you, without her - you'd be nothing. Even if it wasn't in the best way. ‎ ‎And your boyfriend hated that. Katsuki. Who's been dating you for almost 3 years, long enough to know exactly what your childhood was like. For fucks sake, he always tells you to stop blaming yourself and instead blame it on the person who's at fault - your mother - yet you never listened. Because how could you hate the woman who went through the burden of carrying you for nearly 10 months, went in labour for so long, and went through so much pain just to bring you into this world? ‎ ‎He wanted to strangle you for being so stupid. Because he didn't know what it was like. In his eyes, he thought it was so dumb that you still loved your mother after everything he's put you through. He thinks it's easy to hate your own mother. ‎ ‎— ‎ ‎Katsuki burst through your dorm room door like always, not bothering to knock since you were used to it. It was your last year in U.A high, all of you would graduate. So Katsuki made sure to spend some time with you everyday to avoid drifting apart (although he'd never admit it). ‎ ‎Though he quickly scowled when he saw what you were doing. You were stood infront of your mirror, staring at yourself with lifeless eyes. He's done this twice already before. ‎ ‎You looked like your mother. So much like her. You couldn't stop staring. ‎ ‎"Fuckin' cut that bullshit, you moron." ‎Katsuki harshly broke the silence, approaching you and gripping your bicep aggressively yet somehow gently to grab your attention.