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Using the AN like Jump comments.

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A knocking at the door freed me from the misty memories I allowed myself to fall through, and I stood up unsteadily to answer it.

"... Midoriya!" a throaty croak followed by a rough hug enveloped me before entering the house, "About time! I've been waiting for ten minutes!"

"Mr. Asui-"

"I thought I told you to call me "dad", boy!" the brusque father of Tsuyu made his way through the halls, probably searching for his daughter, "Where's Tsuyu?"

"Work." which was the reason why I was here, "She'll be back later, I think." I moved to serve the older man a drink, one that I thought Tsuyu would like.

"... You think? What's that supposed to mean?" he sat at the table, giving me a hard stare, which pressed my already frayed nerves further, "You'd think after years of dating, you two would know the other's thoughts!"

I wished for such an ability earlier, but I figured it would just confirm my suspicions, "Well, she's certainly her father's daughter-"

"I hope not! Her mother's a much better person than I am!" the father took the glass from my hands and sipped it. I could already see an appreciative grin on his large lips, "Thanks, kid! It's been quite the walk to get here!"

"It's a nice day outside, isn't it?" I took a seat, the one Tsuyu sat in, across from Mr. Asui.

"Yeah, but the distance kills my back!" he stretched in his chair, trying to relax, "What's with the suitcase in the bedroom?"

He must have seen it during his search.

"... I'm packing."

"Why?" his stare had never changed, not even when I gave him the drink.

"... I'm leaving."

The man took a deep breath, picking up the glass and downing it's contents completely, and set it loudly on the table, letting the air seep through his teeth.

"What happened?"

"I, uh, don't really know … but ..."

"Does Tsuyu know?"

"Yeah, I left her a note at her office."

He pursed his lips, in either deep thought or anger, possibly both, before he sighed.

"Kid, I've known you for … I dunno, how old are you?"

"Thirty-two."

"And about sixteen of those years, you've been in the care of my daughter."

"Y-Yes sir." I was losing it. I didn't like going that far back.

He reached across the table, and for a second, I thought he was going to hit me, but he gripped my shoulder tightly.

"Even … even if there are problems between you and Tsuyu … I still think of you like a son. You … I always believed that you loved her too much, so whatever's going on right now, I know that you'd never try to hurt her."

It was the first time in a while, maybe a week, that I've felt such warmth, but it was too much for me.

"T-Thanks, Mr. Asu-"

"Dad."

"... D-Dad." I squirmed out of his grip and went to grab my things, "I've got to g-go. Tsuyu … she'll be home soon."

"Why don't you stay and we can all talk this out?" that was possibly the last thing I felt like doing at the moment.

"S-Sorry, but there's s-something I have to do ..."

"... Okay, kid. Do you have everything? An umbrella?"

"Don't w-worry, I won't be out too long."

"Alright ..." I opened the door and stepped out into the rain, "Be safe, Izuku."

"... You too, Dad ..." the word felt bitter, since it reminded me too much of my real father, and I walked away from the house I used to share with Tsuyu.

Except I'm mostly filling it with chatter.