Falling for you

~~CHAPTER 20~~

<Including: Little, dadzawa, ability upgrade, tantrum, punishment, TW: slight blood, long chapter>
Aizawa's POV:
I look over to my sleeping little and smile. I look over to the road and continue driving. I stopped by a gas station and start to fill my tank. I lock the car and make sure the windows are down a little. I also make sure Y/N is comfortable before going in the store to buy a drink and use the bathroom. When I finish I come out to my gas being done but no Y/N. I run towards my car to see someone else in the same place as Y/N. That someone else is me though. I'm confused. I unlock the car after putting back my gas. I open the passenger door and wake up Y/N or me I guess. They wake up and go back to normal. "Little one do you want a snack. It's about 9pm. We will get home about 10 but I will let you stay up extra since you have been good" They nod their head and I help them stand. They wanna bring their bat-mellow but it's to big for them to hold for now. I give them a smaller bat-mellow I got for them and they huff.
Y/N's POV:
We walk into the gas station and I rub my eyes. Papa pulls my hand away and I whine. He woke me up and I was having a good dream about papa. It isn't fair. I got a juice and a lollipop that I can eat tomorrow. I thank papa and hold onto his sleeve. He walks me back into the car and helps buckle me in. By now i'm awake and fussy. That dream was really good and I miss it but now I can't go back to sleep. I start huffing and threw my small plushy in the back. I accidentally hit papa on the shoulder but I don't care right now. He woke me up. That's not fair. I huff again and start to shift in my seat. Before leaving Papa puts my seat back up to a slouch and buckles me in again. I drink my juice as we sit in silence. I finish my juice and I throw it at my feet when no more came out of the straw. I huff, cross my arms and curl up with my back towards papa. "Whats wrong little one" Papa says without even looking at me. I shake my head no and try to go back to sleep. He sighs and keeps driving.
We get home and I struggle to get out of the seatbelt. I pull on the seat belt and try to bite it. Papa takes it from me before It makes it in my mouth and unlocks it. I run past him and get into the back seat where all my plushies are. I jump in and burry myself in them. Papa takes some squish mellows from the pile and start bringing them inside. I whine and kick at papa while holding the squish mellow. "Hey we don't kick papa" I hear him say and I try and remove his hand from the stuffy. I try to kick him again but he catches my foot. I start kicking his hand and he lets go. Papa woke me up and it's 15 minutes past my bedtime. My grip slips from the squish mellow and I scream and start crying. "Come on little one you need to get out of the car. We are home" I slowly sit up and he give me back the squish mellow. "Now you get no movie and a squish mellow taken for today since you yelled and kicked at papa. Ok little one" I shake my head and slide down on the floor.
We get inside and he leaves one of the squish mellows in his room with the stuff I won for him. I whine when I see he took the small bat mellow. I try to grab it back but he stops me. I whine and stomp to my little room. I change before papa knocks on my door. "Little one have you brushed yet?" Papa says through the door I open it and shake my head no. "Want me to help?" I shake my head no again and shut the door in his face lightly. I go and brush my teeth before shutting off my lights and crawl in bed. I toss and turn in bed, trying to fall asleep. I kick off my blanket and look up at the ceiling. I whine and start throwing my plushies to the ground and around the room. I hit something and it hits the floor, crashing. I look at it surprised and go turn the light on. I stand over the broken photo frame in my black bear onesie. I just stare at it. Thinking how mad papa will be. I start crying silently and start picking up the shattered glass on the carpet. I remove my squish mellow and throw it onto the bed. I cut my hand on multiple places and with different pieces of glass while cleaning it up. I go to the bathroom and step on a piece. I whine and slowly remove the glass from my foot. I throw away the bloody glass and wash my hands. I go back to picking up the glass, getting new cuts here and there. I wince at the pain in my foot and hands. I throw away the frame and turn off the lights. I go back to bed and tuck myself in. My hands and foot burn from the cuts. I stay awake until about midnight. "I'm sworie papa" I say before falling asleep.

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