There you were, looking at yourself in the mirror, you were flat and a board, no curves on you, very tall.. You looked at the images and photos that were paged in your walls, you looked at them and then at you.. How could you be the daughter of the most saxy hero? You were literally like a shame!

You heard the footsteps of your dad coming to your room, he probably was waiting for you to get you to your prom of middle high school, he had bought you a dress, but- that dress looked horrible in you, at least that what you saw.. Your dad entered your room

Bakugo:"Hey what's going on? We have to go if you want to arrive early-"

he saw you were crying a bit in the mirror

Bakugo:"Hey hey.. What's wrong..? You don't want to go?"