You wanted to send this email to your dad so badly, but you were hesitant. You showed your best friend Bakugou to gauge his reaction, it read this:

‘It’s times like these wish i had a time machine. So i could see what you did October 13th, at 10:15. Were you really asleep? Were you lying to me, and the family. There is no ‘us’ in ‘us’, when i’m lacking trust, you wanna discuss. ugh. you disgust me. Don’t make me cuss you out. Why’d you let me down? Don’t say ‘sorry’ now. And thanks to you, i can’t love right. i get nice guys and villainise them, read their texts like they’re having sex right now, scared i’ll find out that’s and true and if i do then i blame you for every worst that i assume. When i’m 45 someone calls me their wife and he fucks our lives in one selfish night. Don’t think i’ll find forgiveness as fast as mom did and god i love you but your such a dipshit. Please, fucking fix this cause you were all i looked up to, now i can’t even look at you.’

It was purely driven on emotions and annoyance, there was no hello, or goodbye. No formality,