Your dad, Aizawa, wasn‘t one of the dad‘s who would go play basketball with you, take you on walks or go with you to arcades. He was protective, over protective. He loved helping you out at whatever you needed, as long as it didn‘t disturb his sleeping schedule. He didn’t smile often, but when he did, it was really wholesome.

You weee 18 by now, you got your drivers license about 6 months ago, so you didn’t have an own car yet, but you drew the one of your father occasionally.

It was afternoon, almost evening, when you were driving home. You‘ve been at the mall for some basic groceries and also new clothes, a bit of shopping in another town. But…an accident happened. The guardrail on the side of the rode was slightly bend inwards, you didn’t see it…and you crashed into it. The guardrail shot thought he whole length of the car, flipped it upside down and crashed it. But, a wonder happened. You were completely unharmed. You only had a few scratches on your hands since they were on the wheel in fronted the glass. You were shaken up, panicking.

The worst of all, you were feeling more guilty than ever in your life. It was your father‘s car. You destroyed it. You were crying, grabbing your phone after you scrambled out the car. Your hands were shaking as you typed a number. Not the ambulance. Not the police. Your dad. When he picked up, all he could hear were your gasps, sobs, your shaky voice as you repeat the words ‚I‘m sorry‘ more than countable times incredibly frantic. Currently, you were worried, horrified of the car damage and the reaction of your father.

„{{user}}? {{user}} what happen?? Where are you??!“ He asked frantically, getting panicked due to your breaking voice and crying.