Warning! This oneshot includes family abuse and self-harming. I know these can be quite triggering topics, so if it's a sensitive subject for you then I completely understand if you want to take a miss on this oneshot. It's hard stuff to read and write, but I hope I've done it justice!

Quirk: Telekinesis

Requested by: Snoozing_Moonie

 It started when my father lost his job at the large news company he worked for. He was behind on some of his research and had received many warning but couldn't keep up. When he was fired he was distraught, and mum tried so hard to comfort him. I was only four-years-old so I didn't really understand what was happening; I didn't understand why my father was crying and why my mother was desperately trying to comfort him.

Then one day he started drinking. He wouldn't stop drinking. Mum tried to stop him, to tell him that it wouldn't help in the long run and as soon as she had pointed that out he hit her, hard. I only remember hearing my mothers screams and cries as he continued to beat her and kick her, blaming her and me for him loosing his job. I remembered sobbing, I remembered the blood dripping down her face and the bruises she received, I remembered my fathers horrible words and worst of all, I remembered the day she left.

- Flashback -

"D-daddy... where's mummy?" I asked my father, quaking a little as I was scared to be in his company.

"Gone," he said simply.

"Gone where? To the shops?" I asked innocently, but I flinched when he stood up so abruptly.

"No, that bitch is finally gone, she's never coming back, you understand?" He shouted at me, his fists clenched. Tears came to my eyes as he towered over me.

"O-oh-,"

"What, you gonna cry about it? Pathetic," he scoffed, then kicked me so hard in the stomach that I flew backwards and hit the far wall, falling to the ground in a heap.

"D-daddy," I sobbed, looking up at the horrid man. He had never actually physically hurt me before, but that was because my mother always stopped him before he could. He took ahold of the collar of my top and pulled me off of the ground, looking directly into my eyes with his terrifying ones.

"You better cause absolutely no trouble, you understand? I don't want to have to deal with you, at all, so you better do as your damn told without talking back. Understand?" He hit me again and tears leaked from my eyes at the pain. "I said DO YOU UNDERSTAND?"

"Y-yes!" I wailed, wanting to get away from him as fast as possible. He dropped me from the height he was holding me, and as soon as I could I scrambled away from him, desperately wanting the comforting cuddles of my mother.

- Flashback Ended -

Since my mother left I had been the sole target of his abusing. I didn't know the exact details of why she left and I had a feeling it was more to it than her just having had enough of his torturing, otherwise she would've taken me with her.

I always kept a photo of her in my pocket, one that was taken when she was younger. I looked an awful lot like her, and I remembered a time when my father used to call me beautiful because of that fact. I sighed as I ran my fingertips over the photograph of my beautiful mother, not realising that tears were coming to my eyes. "(y/n)!" Midoriya's voice snapped me from my trance and I quickly pocketed the picture before wiping my eyes. "Are you alright?"

"Yeah, just something in my eye- o-oh, hi Todoroki," I spotted my crush walking up behind Midoriya. I had fallen for the dual haired boy around the beginning of the school year, but he was a bit of a recluse back then, not really talking to anyone unless he needed to. That was until the sports festival, where somehow Midoriya had managed to get him to come out of his shell. Since then he had spoken to me a little more and whenever he did I just felt happy. He did however seem to act a little odd around me, like he was being somewhat careful. He seemed a little suspicious of me too, but I had no idea why.

When the three of us got to class we sat down immediately, Aizawa likely to come in at any second, however my skirt rode up a little and I quickly pulled it back down, hoping no one spotted the large, ugly big bruise on my thigh. I sighed thinking that no one had seen it, and focused on our teacher when he entered the room. I tried to cover up the bruises as much as possible and often wore tights, however today it was far too hot so I risked going into school without wearing them. What I didn't notice however was that a certain someone was watching me from afar.

School was my safe haven away from my father and his abuse, and my friends were able to distract me however since I had started UA his beating had gotten worse - perhaps because I was busy making a life for himself whilst his had fell apart without him trying in any way to fix it. It had reached the point where I hated leaving UA every evening once classes were over. "(y/n)," the sudden deep voice of my crush said, making me jump.

"Yes?" I asked quickly, turning to face him.

"Can I walk you home?" He asked simply, his expression telling me that he was expecting a yes but I dreaded to think what my father would do if he saw me being walked home by a boy.

"T-Todoroki, thank you for the offer but-,"

"No 'but's, I'm gonna walk you home," he said in a demanding tone. All I could do was nod as I stood up, slinging my book bag over my shoulder and waving goodbye to the girls before leaving with him.

"Erm- I'm very grateful that you're walking me back but... why are you? Don't you live in the other direction?" I pointed down the other end of the road as we left the UA campus.

"Yes but I want to see you home safely," he said and my heart skipped a beat with worry. Surely he couldn't suspect my fathers beating...

"Well thank you," I said with sincerity.

"No need to thank me," he said so nonchalantly as we headed for the train station. We headed towards the outskirts of town, towards the area with the run-down flats that stood in tall, grotty looking buildings. He walked me up the several flights of stairs towards my fathers apartment. Fear rose within me but I tried my best to keep it hidden as I turned to thank Todoroki. "I'll walk you to school tomorrow," he said and my eyes widened.

"W-what? You don't need to do that Todoroki, you'll have to walk so far just to pick me up! I'll just meet you at school, it's fine-,"

"I insist," he said in a determined voice. I was slightly confused as to why he was doing this but I didn't question him, and instead nodded, telling him I'd see him tomorrow then. As soon as I was inside and the door was shut, my father appeared right in front of me with an evil glint in his eye.

"Who the fuck was that?" He growled, his hands on his hips.

"Just a friend from school," I mumbled, going to head straight up to my room however he grabbed my arm and slammed me against the hallway wall instead.

"Don't fucking lie to me you slut! You're a fucking bitch, just like your mother-,"

"Don't you dare talk about mum like that!" I shouted, then letting out a yelp as he punched me in the face. I was knocked to the floor, a stinging pain rising in my cheek.

"Fuck you you slut. Crap, gotta stop that before it bruises," he growled, grabbing me by my arm again and taking me to the sink which he filled with icy-cold water before pressing my head in it harshly. I tried to resist so I could catch my breath but he wouldn't let go until seconds before I thought I was going to drown. He pulled me out and looked at my cheek. "Tch, if that bruises you ain't going in tomorrow. The last thing I need is that damn school on my back," he growled, kicking me in the stomach. "Now fuck off and clean the bathroom."

Immediately I ran away from him, up the stairs and doing as I was told before collecting my dinner which consisted of two slices of bread. I tried to distract myself with the homework I had gotten that day but my mind was fogged, thinking about the inescapable abuse I was receiving. I needed someway to alleviate the pain I was being dealt, so after my father had gone to bed I headed to the bathroom, finding one of his razors. I pulled the tool apart, taking one of the blades in my hand before alleviating myself on my wrists.

- Timeskip -

As promised, Todoroki came to pick me up the next morning. Not only that but every morning and evening since he insisted on picking me up and dropping me back. I wasn't sure why but I didn't question, after all I was spending alone time with my crush. Every time dad saw Todoroki standing out front however, I received more and more brutal abuse when I got home from school in the evenings.

Because of this I began to self-harm consistently. I knew it was wrong but somehow it helped however on the whole it seemed to make me more depressed. On the way to school one day Todoroki seemed to notice my change in behaviour and attempted to confront me about it. I hated lying to him but I insisted that nothing was wrong. I expected that he could tell I was lying but he didn't press on it any further thankfully. His concern for me surprised me a little, and when I was alone with Midoriya I decided to ask him about it, him being the most likely person who'd know about Todoroki's actions due to the fact he was closest to the boy.

"Er, I don't know, why?" Midoriya said and I sighed.

'Helpful,' I thought to myself. "Because he's just been acting strange around me. Oddly protective and I don't know why," I said and Midoriya shrugged.

"Maybe just ask him," Midoriya said. 'That's easier said than done,' I thought, but realistically he was right. The only way I was going to get answers was if I spoke to him, so on the walk to my house that evening I decided to do just that.

"Todoroki, can I ask you something?" I fiddled with my bag strap nervously.

"Hm? Sure," he said simply.

"Why do you do this for me? I mean, you seem so protective around me... why?" I asked, looking at him and I was surprised to see he had stopped walking. I turned to face him, his bangs covering his eyes.

"Can you answer a question of mine first?" He asked and I nodded. "What's your relationship like with your father?"

My heart skipped several beats but I tried to play it as cool as I could. "I-it's good- w-why?"

"You see, right there, I can tell. It's not good, is it? Someone who has a good relationship with their parent would be insulted by such a question, but you didn't even ask why I'd question it. And your stuttering proves it can't be that good," he said quickly, overwhelming me a little. "I care about you (y/n), a lot, and I don't like seeing you get hurt."

"I-I'm not getting hurt Todoroki," I lied but he scoffed.

"I know what it's like (y/n), trust me, but I managed to find an escape. I see you coming into school with bruises, I see the way you never want to leave UA, I see the nervousness in your eyes whenever I drop you off. Please (y/n), I care about you and I don't want you to be alone," he said reassuringly and I felt tears come to my eyes. He stood quietly as I tried to find the right words.

"I-I don't know what to do Todoroki," I sniffed, tangling my fingers together. "I don't know..."

He walked forwards and gently wrapped his arms around me. Usually such a gesture would've completely thrown me and sent me into a flustered state, but right now a hug from someone who cared about me was exactly what I needed. "Listen to me (y/n), you're not alone. You'll always have me because I- I-," he tried to speak so I looked up at him, but was surprised when I saw a small pink hue on his cheeks. "I quite like you..."

My eyes widened, wondering whether that was a romantic confession or not. "Y-you like me?" I asked, hopeful but needing to check before I came to conclusions.

"A lot, and I want us to be... y'know... together," he mumbled, holding onto me tighter than ever. For the first time in a while a genuine smile crept onto my face as I looked into his heterochromatic eyes which seemed to soften upon seeing my reaction. I nodded happily, admitting that I too shared feelings for him, and wanted to be with him. For a while we stood, holding each other, happy tears streaking down my face as he whispered soothing things to me, about how he would protect me from my father at all costs. I decided to tell him the whole story of my past, knowing I could trust him.

He was understanding, comforting me gently when I needed it and listening patiently as I let out tears. When I started I couldn't stop until the whole story flooded out of my mouth, however I avoided the part about me self-harming. "I want to save you, (y/n)," he whispered lovingly, reaching out and taking ahold of my hand. I held onto him, crying into his chest. Thankfully no one was around to bare witness to such a sight, and the way he comforted me felt right, it felt soothing.

Once I had calmed down a bit we bravely walked back to mine, his hand clutching onto mine protectively. He insisted on meeting my father, perhaps to give him some kind of subtle warning and at first I was scared but seeing my new boyfriends reassuring smile, I accepted. "D-dad?" I stuttered as I opened the door to the house.

"You're an hour late! You better have a goddamn good reason-," he started but stopped suddenly when he saw Todoroki standing by my side. "Ah, my daughters 'protector'," he scoffed.

"I'm your daughters boyfriend," he said through gritted teeth. "And why would she need a protector, sir?"

"You damn brat, what the hell are you implying?" Dad shouted, stepping towards Todoroki threateningly but my boyfriend didn't move an inch.

"N-nothing, I'm sure it was nothing! A-anyway, goodnight Todoroki, I-I'll see you in the morning," I tried to put on the best smile I could, quickly hugging him. He glared at my father before leaving, and as soon as the door shut I was pinned against the wall. "Dad-,"

"I demand you to stay the fuck away from that kid, you don't deserve any 'friends' you damn bitch," he growled, slamming me repeatedly against the wall. I let out painful whimpers, and as soon as he let go I ran upstairs to the bathroom, alleviating some of the pain I felt inside.

- Timeskip -

Despite it being the height of summer, I had no choice but to start wearing tights again. My fathers attacks were becoming too ruthless, my forearms were littered with scars and bandages that I kept concealed under my blazer. He was always careful about the way in which he abused me too, making my stomach his primary target, it being a part of my body that would constantly be covered by my shirt therefore there would be no risk of anyone finding out.

I had to lie to Shoto and it was making my heart ache. Granted I had told him of my fathers abuse and he did everything in his power to make sure I was away from the horrible man for as long as possible, but that only meant that the time I was forced to spend with him consisted of more powerful beatings. The last thing I wanted was him to feel responsible however, so I gritted my teeth and bared it, being able to alleviate myself in the bathroom with the blades afterwards.

It was a vicious cycle that was getting worse and worse, however my whole life changed after the summer camp. I was surprised when my father allowed me to go, but I imagined it'd be more suspicious if he didn't allow it. The camp was eventful to say the least, and its repercussions meant that UA were going to put dorms in place for the students. I didn't find out about this until Aizawa and All Might turned up at our door, asking to see us.

"You think that after everything that's happened, I'm going to let my darling little girl stay on that wretched schools campus?" My father spat, stroking my hair and pretending to be loving. I flinched at the contact, refusing to look up at him or my teachers. My whole body shook with nerves, wishing Aizawa could just pull me away from my horrid father, wishing I could then live in the same building as my boyfriend and be in his comforting arms every night.

"Please reconsider Mr (l/n), UA's defence is unbreakable, plus we believe the issue we had with the summer camp is related to there having not been enough heroes to deal with the overwhelming attack. The children all being on the campus means that they will be protected by the teachers twenty-four seven whilst also having UA's security measures in place-,"

"You mean the security measures that the League of Villains broke through?" My father hissed and I flinched again, looking up at my teachers pleadingly. I made eye contact with Mr Aizawa, him noticing the tears in my eyes and my desperate expression. He was clever enough to piece together what was happening to me in my own home, and there was an apparent fire that sparked within him.

"We will have (y/n) come and live on our campus and that's final," he said, his fists clenched slightly.

"Aizawa-," All Might was thrown by his abrupt and harsh words.

"How dare you! My daughter doesn't even want to go and live on your campus, do you?" My father looked at me daringly.

"I-I do... I do want to live there dad," I said, looking him in the eye. The shock on his face turned to anger, him instinctively raising his fist.

"Why you little-,"

"I think that's quite enough," Aizawa had grabbed my fathers wrist, preventing him from landing a slap on my face. All Might sat there, utterly shocked whilst anger radiated from Aizawa. "(y/n), pack your things. We'll take you to the campus now."

Immediately I did as was told, rushing to my room and packing my belongings quickly. When I came back downstairs with a bag slung over my shoulders, I saw Aizawa using his quirk on my angry, explosive looking father. "Thank you for your cooperation, sir. We'll look after your daughter at UA," Aizawa spat, turning and gesturing me to walk out the door. The three of us walked down the stairs to my apartment block and towards a fancy looking black car parked outside.

"H-how did you know?" I asked carefully.

"I know my students well enough by now (y/n). Plus I noticed you've not been yourself for a while now. I could take an educated guess at where the bruises came from as well," Aizawa said nonchalantly, opening the car door for me. "You'll be safe at the dorms, I promise you."

I smiled, slight tears coming to my eyes as I clambered in before being driven to the fancy new buildings having been erected on campus.

- Timeskip -

"I'm glad we get to live together now," Shoto mumbled to me, kissing my neck softly. We had been in the dorms for a week now, and we were currently cuddling on the sofas downstairs.

"Hm, me too," I snuggled into his chest, his warmth sending shivers down my spine.

"I'm also glad you don't have to deal with him anymore," Shoto said with disgust, referring to my father. My smile faltered for a second, as I hadn't told him about the messages he had been sending me nor the nightmares I had been having.

"M-me too," I said in the most convincing voice I could, but the truth was he wasn't gone. He was constantly trying to get in my head, trying to scar me forever and the PTSD from his attacks were haunting me constantly. "E-er... I need to finish the essay due in next Monday," I said, moving from the warm of his hold.

"You have to do it now?" He asked, somewhat sad at me leaving.

"I just want to get it out of the way. I'll be back down later," I smiled reassuringly and he nodded. As quickly as I could I ran back up to my room and went straight into the bathroom, pulling out my phone and reading the length of my fathers messages. With each sentence I broke down inside, and it didn't take me long to find a razor, pull it apart and grip the blade firmly in my hand, before slicing it across my skin.

Blood dripped into the sink as the tears fell from my eyes, fear slowly releasing from inside of me with each cut. I stared at the blood leaking from the wounds, but jumped out of my skin when the door opened. Standing there, soaking up the situation with a horrified look on his face stood Shoto. "(y-y/n)- what are you doing?!" He cried, slapping the blade from my hand and immediately taking the towel from the side of the bath. I broke down there and then, crying and shaking violently as he applied pressure to my stinging forearm. "What the hell- (y/n), what were you thinking?!"

I couldn't answer, and could only sob. He wrapped his arms around me, kissing my forehead lovingly before taking my phone from the side of the sink, seeing the messages my father had sent. "I'm sorry Shoto, I'm so sorry," I begged, clutching onto his top and soaking it with tears.

"Hey, hey it's okay, it's okay," he whispered, trying to be soothing. "Please (y/n), please never do anything like this again I am begging you. How long have you been doing this?"

"A-a couple of months-,"

"What?! (y/n) you have to stop, please! You can't do this to yourself! If it's because of him then tell me, and we can do something about it together! Hurting yourself in such a way isn't the answer!"

"I'm sorry!" I cried, guilt flooding my body.

"It's okay, don't apologise but just promise me you'll never ever do this to yourself ever again. It's not just you you're hurting by doing this," he mumbled, holding onto me tightly. "We're going to do something about this man once and for all, I'm not going to let him beat and harass you like this."

"B-but Shoto-,"

"No buts. We're taking this to Aizawa," he said, helping me to stand. Using a first aid kit I had under my bed he wrapped my forearms in bandages, took my hand and dragged me through the halls towards Aizawa's room. When there Shoto spoke for me, telling our teacher everything and showing him the messages as proof. Aizawa, already having an idea of what was going on in the flat I used to live in immediately took action. "I won't ever let you get hurt, whether its self-inflicted or caused by a third-party. I won't let you get hurt," Shoto repeated, wrapping his arms around me whilst Aizawa made contact with the correct people.

"Thank you Shoto... and I'm sorry," I whispered into his chest, clutching his shirt tightly.

"Don't apologise (y/n), after all, I told you I was going to save you, didn't I?" He smiled and I nodded.

"Yes, yes you did."