"[Name]... Your name will be [Name]." The mother talks softly to the baby, face flushed a peachy shade of pink. The woman tucks a strand behind her ear.
Relieved that her first child, her first daughter, had barely any sort of resemblance to her father.
Why is he so brash? So repulsive? At the start of it all, he had been kinder. Less irritable. Why had she fallen?
Either way, she was stuck. For how long? Who knows. All she knew was there was no escaping. She's weak. Gullable. Easy to use to your content.
Said woman let tears roll down her face, silently and solemnly.
"[Name], don't let him get to you, okay? You're not weak, you can overcome him. Don't be like me, but don't be like him, either. Have courage, make friends, fall in love. I want you to all of that, okay? If he keeps on like this, I want you to tell, someone, anyone. You don't deserve to suffer because of him.
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Iida Tenya, Midoriya Izuku, and Uraraka Ochako.
They're all weird, and quirky. But in a positive way.
Am I dragging you guys down? Annoying? Weird? Fragile?
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