Fighting For You DenkixF.reader

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:(: 3rd POV :):

  Mitsuki clung to her daughter, scared that she would disapear, or maybe even turn into M/n. The last thing the older woman wanted was to hurt her daughter, to cause her pain of any sorts, but she also wanted to keep her safe, even if Y/n would hate her for the rest of forever. The two hopes clashed with each other, Mitsuki couldn’t have one without breaking the other.

Y/n stained her mothers shirt as she burried her head into the crook of her neck, letting the warm embrace last as long as she could. It hurt, knowing that she caused so much pain to one of the only people who showed her care, love. It felt as though there was a cement pillar digging into her abdomen. All Y/n could do now was hope that her following words and actions helped mend the hole she left in her mothers heart.

While Aizawa and Nezu watched the scene finally come to an end, they both let out a shaky breath and tried to calm their quaking hearts. In spite of a big fact, one so big that it will quite litarlly changes lives, everyone let themselves shrink back, calm their nerves and recover from the argument.

The two boys sitting just outside the door sat up properly and came to stand. Denki held onto his shirt where his heart is, trying to protect it from any coming pain. Katsuki glared daggers at the ground, trying to remain strong as he knew something was coming, something that would only bring more tears and he couldn’t bare to let them all slip.

  “ Mom, please don’t do this. I can’t take anymore suprises, I can’t take anymore change,” Tears stained Mitsuki’s shirt as whimpers left Y/n’s quivering lips. “ I don’t want to leave, let me stay and I’ll make you proud. I can protect myself, Katsuki can help, please.”

“ I’m sorry, Y/n.” Were the only words the blonde woman could muster, they were the only ones she could put together, it was the easiest thing she could say without putting an unending amount of pain on her daughters shoulders.

Y/n shuddered, it was too late to change her mothers mind, too late to argue, too late to change the outcome. It was something she had to accept, even if it took time, even if it took the rest of her life. Although the thought of acceptence taking her lifetime brought the thought of life moving on without her while she’s stuck living on the same shit. People and places changing while she was the same old person, holding onto what tore her world down. Forgetting that there were ways to let go and build a new life, that there were more chances.

Katsuki poked his head inside the office, he watched as a few tears slipped down his fathers face, witnessing him cry was something new. It pained him to know that his sister caused the pain their family was feeling, even knowing that she never meant to, that she was only filled with apprehension and anger. Denki poked his head in next, wiping his tears while he was at it, he watched as the head of h/c hair nudged against a purple shirt and pale neck.

  “ Okay..” The sniffle finally left Y/n’s lips, she could feel her mother physically relax as her shoulders returned to a natrual state while still wrapped around her daughter, a sigh of relief escaped her lips and a smile painted over the frown.

“ You can stay for one more night, we’ll pick you up around noon tomorrow.” Mitsuki ordered, it was the least she felt that she could do, considering the fact that she was pulling her daughter out of something she urged her to do and there was was also the fact that Y/n hadn’t been at the school for a full year.

  “ Thank you Mom, for trying.” Y/n knew that it wasn’t going to get any better than that, she knew that tomorrow afternoon was the max, the limit. All Y/n could do was try and understand that Mitsuki was trying, that she was trying to give her something, even if it was close to nothing. If not nothing at all.