Flashback (Mirio Togata x Reader)

1: Discovery Ashore

Small warning: This story, as I've realized, is a huge personal vent for me.

Quirk: If she touched her hair or scalp with her full palm and all five fingers, she can control the atoms that she can see. Close to telekinesis. From her Father's side of the family.

Drawbacks: This puts immense mental strain on her, and even at her current level of training, moving a book into her backpack causes her to get light headed.

Strategies: it's easier for her to just move atoms farther away from each other, creating quicksand-like structures that fall once she lets go of her control. This still pains her.

-Trigger Warning 1-

-Flashback-

"I'm not okay." I said, as clear as day.

"What was that, hunny?" My mother asked, glancing up from her food.

"I'm not okay, I-I need therapy, this just isn't working mom." I choked out, my voice catching in my throat. My mother instantly scrambled to her feet, hands flying. She knocked her wine glass over, food flew everywhere as my mother and father both got up.

"Fuck damnit, Kai, look what you did!" My father screamed, pointing at the fallen glasses and food. My mother gaped, placing her hands on her hips whilst I began to cry hot tears. My hands slowly covered my mouth.

"I didn't do this, you shook the table while I got up! Bullshit, apologize!" She screamed, and my father slammed a hand onto the table. I flinched, just like every other time. It's not like this was the first time I asked for therapy, it was the third time, I had counted the past times.

"This is all because of how suddenly you sprung this onto us, Shinju!" My father suddenly snapped, turning towards me. I instantly jolted in my seat, eyes widening as a sob racked my body.

"I'm s-!"

"Sorry doesn't cut it, look what you fucking did! That was expensive food and expensive silverware, you better know how to pay for it." He said with absolute loathing in his voice.
Loathing, he loathes me. I loath me. Just everyone loathes me, don't they?

"I'm so sor-" I tried to apologize through the massive amount of tears that fell onto my lap.

"Oh, that's right, you live with us and don't fucking make any money! Whatever you have that "isn't okay" is just teenage hormones that just broke our dinner plates." He shouted, and I felt his rough hand meet your cheek before I could shy away. Slap. It was a simple action, but it was only one that he did when he was truly angry. He was truly angry too much for a parent.
My parents shouldn't have had kids, they weren't ready to have kids.

"I-I'm only t-twelv-" I tried to reason with him, but he wouldn't take it.

"Don't fucking correct me, you slut!"

"I'm sorry!" I squealed, and out of pure fear and without thinking, I shot out of my seat and bolted to the hallway. Before I could make it to my room, my father's booming footsteps followed behind you, and he roughly yanked me back into the room by my upper arm.
His grip was too tight.

"You're not allowed to fucking leave, do you hear me?" He screamed straight into my ear.

"Do you hear me?" He screamed once again when I didn't instantly respond. I instantly screamed a response out of pure terror.

"Yes!"

"What was that?"

"Yes?" My voice had raised an octave and lowered in volume.