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Izuku didn’t flinch when the door to her vault was opened and a figure stepped in. The girl didn’t move from her bed to greet the man, resenting him and his actions that brought her there.
“Izuku.” He called gently. Izuku remained silent, set on ignoring him. She could hear him sigh deeply and walk towards her, causing her to tense on instinct.
All For One pulled up her desk chair from its normal place and set it beside her bed. Izuku stubbornly stared at the wall. The man spoke to her gently, trying to convince his daughter to turn towards him. “Darling, look at me.”
Izuku ignored him and continued to have her back turned to him. He called out to her again. This time she grabbed her sheets and pulled them over her head. “Go away.” She mumbled.
She was met with silence, though she knew All For One was still waiting for her to acknowledge him. “Sweetie, I’m trying to talk to you. The least you could do is look at me.” Izuka scoffed at his words. “I’ll talk to you when you decide to let me go.”
Hisashi clicked his tongue at her. “We both know I can’t do that.” He reached out and gently grabbed the sheets, pulling them back to reveal a glaring lzuku. He cooed at the sight at her. “There we are. How are you, darling? I haven’t seen you all day.
Izuku huffed and rolled over to face her father. She already knew there was no point in fighting him on this. It never went well for her in the end.
“I’m fine.” She snapped with more attitude than was probably smart when addressing the king of villains, but she knew far to well he wouldn’t raise a hand to her, no matter what she did.
All For One smiled softly at her disgruntled state. He reached out and tucked some hair behind her ear in a soothing gesture. It had gotten much longer than she would normally allow, but she wasn’t allowed to cut it after the last scissor incident. “You’re so grumpy all the time. Why won’t you stop fighting me?” He pouted playfully. The man sounded like a child asking a rather stubborn pet to preform a trick.
“Maybe you’d be grumpy to if you were locked in a vault!” Izuku yelled back. She snatched the covers and yanked them back over her head.
She could hear her father sigh. Izuku allowed herself to relax under the sheets, only to squawk when she was pulled from her bed and into the villains arms.
“Let me go!” She cried as the man began to hug and cuddle her, cooing. Was it that he thought she wanted to be hugged? Or did he just want to hold her? Either way, she hated it.
He chuckled when she pushed back against his chest, writhing in rebellion. Izuku was surprised when he released her, allowing her to slip out of his embrace and onto the cold floor. She avoided his hard gaze, keeping her gaze trained on her bare feet.
“Izuku.” Her father cooed playfully, watching to see if he could convince her to look at him. She turned to face him, but made sure to keep her green eyes locked on something other than the villain.
Her actions seemed to amuse him and he gave a deep chuckle. “Get dressed. I have a surprise for you.”
Izuku felt her interest peak against her will and looked at him. It wasn’t the surprise part that gained her attention, but the order to get dressed. There were few times her father’s ‘surprises’ required her to leave her vault, much less look presentable.
A small ball of anxiety formed inside her gut. Those few times were often awful for her to go through.
Her dear father’s idea of a proper bonding experience was taking Izuku to view how his conquering of Japan was progressing. That or she’d be dolled up, taken to social events, and shown off to his ‘associates’, ranging from corrupt politicians to fellow villains. They were all a blur to her. Only a few stayed in her memory, the hurt of their betrayal lingering in her mind.
Several representatives from the public safety commission, to name a few, had complimented her dress last time her father took her out. She lost what little appetite she had left after that.
Forcing down her anxiety, she wet her throat. “What is it?” She asked hesitantly.
The beaming smile Izuku was given did nothing to help ease the sick feeling she had.
Her father stood up and placed a large hand on top of her head. He ignored her flinch as he gushed. “Today’s very special, ducky. I want to celebrate with you.” He made small jazz hands to emphasize his excitement, trying to pass it on to his daughter, but failing.
The girl stiffened, her mind stumbling to try and piece together what occasion her father could be so happy about. It wasn’t her birthday, nor was it a holiday or anniversary. She felt her heart stutter. She didn’t know what her father was so happy about, but it couldn’t have been good when it was coming from him.
“What’s so special about today?”
All For One practically giggled, taking Izuku’s scarred hands in his and holding them between them. “We did it, baby.”
Izuku felt cold fear run down her spine. “Did what?” She practically choked out, anxiety starting to hinder her speech.
Her hands were given a small squeeze before Izuku was pulled into a meaningful hug, one she didn’t return. “We won.” Japan belongs to the villains now.”