𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦 𝐨𝐧 | b.k.

Chapter Three

03.
Chapter Three : They're back and they're alive

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Eight years later...

Y/n steps through the threshold and into the quiet house she used to call home with a shaky breath. She closes the front door only to lean back against it, driving a hand through her already messed up hair. She shuts her eyes and just breaths for a moment.

Today was an extraordinary long day. Thursday's aren't normally like that for Y/n, but for whatever reason, this Thursday felt ten times longer than normal. Every minute dragged on and every hour felt like an eternity. It didn't help that the children were ten times pushier today than they usually are.

Y/n is one of Mighty River's only teachers. There are a total of two teachers: Y/n and then some old guy named Shota Aizawa. Unlike most teachers, Y/n only has to teach the young children. She teaches any child between the ages of five and eleven. Meanwhile, Aizawa teaches a class of older children.

Y/n's kids are all young and they don't completely understand the concept of boundaries just yet. A majority of the day was spent answering questions about the war and her love life. Y/n isn't all that sure that anyone learned anything valuable.

The young teacher heaves a deep breath and finally opens her eyes. Her vision is a little blurry for some time, but after a couple of rapid blinks she can see clearly. As soon as her vision is back, Y/n looks around for any signs of her mother.

Y/n and her mother have been living all alone in the house her father built for two years now. Despite this, Y/n has only seen her mother a handful of times. The house isn't all that big and yet, M/n L/n still finds a way to avoid her daughter.

These last two years have been hard for Y/n's mom so she doesn't blame her. If her husband was sent off to war, Y/n's 100% sure she would become a hermit too.

She's probably asleep. Y/n thinks when she doesn't see or hear her mom anywhere. With a grunt, she bends over to remove her boots and set them aside. As soon as she's standing to her full height, she pulls off her coat and hangs it up alongside her father's.

Y/n finds her way to the empty kitchen relatively fast and starts working on dinner. Thankfully she went to the market yesterday, so all of the cabinets were stocked.

She opts out for making anything fancy and settles on chicken noodle soup with biscuits. It's easy and it doesn't take too long—which is right up Y/n's alley.

She's in the process of chopping celery when she hears the sounds the stairs make when someone walks down they. Y/n doesn't bother looking over her shoulder to see who it is when she knows it's her mom.

"What're you making?" Her mom asks. Her voice is low and husky. She sounds like she just woke up from the deepest sleep known to man kind.

"Chicken noodle soup." Y/n says with a shrug.

Her mother nods, "Sounds good. Can I help with anything?"

Y/n scoops up all of the cut up chunks of celery and puts them in the pot on the stove. She finally turns to face her mom and crosses her arms over her chest. She looks her up and down, taking note of her messy appearance.

M/n is still dressed in her night clothes and her hair is still trapped in her curlers. Her face is all splotchy and she kind of reeks.

"No thanks. Just uhm... Go take care of yourself, mama." Y/n mutters. She quickly turns back around and starts to cut of carrots.