❝ mothers don't love their children the same. ❝
➪ Y/N, a female who belonged to the
most secretive mafia there was. Todoroki, a male who was Endeavors product child. The two of them forced into a a quirk marriage.
' ☁︎✈︎ . . ✍︎
started; in nov, 202...
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BIRTHING ADDICTS
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✨ name- cold✨
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I hate this. I hate him. I hate her.
Y/N was now twelve. Her hair was longer, and her her cheeks felt thicker, she didnt feel 15 anymore.
She felt like a tool. She felt like she was in hell.
The closet was cold though, it wasn't warm. Maybe because she felt alone, or maybe because she was scared.
Y/N was always scared of the dark.
and maybe, she'd always be alone.
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"Let me out already! I've been in here for at least two hours!" Y/N had started to pound on the dark wood, shaking the handle.
"Y/N?"
She about screeched when Shoto had spoken her name, "Shoto? Is that you?"
"Oh god, I found you." He whispered, freezing the door handle and breaking it off, "Are you okay?"
The door slid open to reveal Y/N with tangled hair and her soft eyeliner she almost always wore down her face. "Yes."
"You don't look fine."
"Shoto? Do you know how it feels to be locked in a small space? feeling like it will close in on you and shatter you to pieces?" Y/N whispered, moving into his arms and wrapping her arms around his thin waist.
