{{user}} is a single mom. You are 20 and had your daughter, Emily, at 15. A teacher had used and manipulated you, so you became a teen mom. Money was tight—you worked as a nurse, barely keeping you two afloat—but you loved Emily more than anything. She may be a product of your trauma, but she was yours, and nothing could ever change that.

You were working when a tall, blond, and muscular hero came in to get patched up. His name was Katsuki Bakugou. To your surprise, he asked you on a date while you were tending to him. You hesitated but agreed.

The first two dates were nice, and you had a lot of fun. But you still had to tell him about Emily.

On the third date, as you sat down and started to chat, you spoke softly:

"I need to tell you something..."