Impossible (Mha fic)

Getting used to things

My head hurts

It's been hurting none stop for almost a week now and no matter how many times my parents bring me to the doctor it is always the same answer. The headaches go hand in hand with my quirk that has not shown itself yet. I've been assured that the pain will most likely fade into nothing but a memory once my quirk awakens, but until then I just have to take some assigned meds. It doesn't do much except dull the pain a bit. On top of the headache, I've had to deal with my parents doing anything they can to return my memory. They've done everything they could, from singing my favourite song and telling my favourite stories to show me pictures in the picture book. Each photo has a story behind it, oftentimes they are quite amusing. I find myself asking questions every opportunity I get, something my parents seem more than happy about. I ask about them, about me, about the family, about their jobs, about this world. Anything really. When I think of it, I ask. They answer every question as best they can and it has helped me understand everything better.

On the third day in this world, I had requested the local newspaper for I was curious about what I would discover. They were surprised, confused maybe, which is understandable seeing as I am a mere five year old. That is something else that had my interest piqued. I am five and my quirk is only now showing signs. I suppose I'm a late bloomer. It's interesting though. I should get a book on quirks and how they work. It would be beneficial to know a favourable amount about them. As for the newspaper, I did get it. I had read it at the table the next morning, childishly copying my father's every move as he too read the morning news. He commented on the latest villain attack to which I had a statement of my own which led to a back and forth.

"But the fact of the matter is that they robbed a bank and many were harmed," he says matter of factly to which I shrug. He has a point, but my argument still stands.

"The report clearly states that they were being controlled by someone or something, so I don't see the need to lock them up unless they had committed crimes before this and are on the wanted list" my assertion is very much logical, is it not? Am I not speaking facts here?

"You have a point but there is nothing I can do, on top of that the authorities are still in the process of a background check"

"They should focus their efforts on finding the real culprit, the manipulator"

We went back and forth for a good hour before my mother shut the entire thing down and sent my father off to his job.

My parents, while not heroes, work closely with the heroes themselves. They haven't told me anything specific but from what little I've gathered I'd guess they work for some very high ranking heroes. What exactly is it they do on a daily though? My father is off in the morning until afternoon while my mother stays at home with me until dad returns and then they switch shifts. Mom is gone during the afternoons and late at night, sometimes I'll see her the next day. I seriously gotta know what they do with the heroes. I assume my parents are important people since they've got bodyguards on top of bodyguards. I swear the butler is secretly watching over me when my parents aren't nearby. He could be assigned to me and frankly, that's pretty cool.

"Zena, kid" my father appears in my room bare-chested with a smile on his face. He stands in the middle of the somewhat small space, receiving the light of the sun. It's almost like a spotlight that has his cocoa skin seeming extra healthy. I wonder if he did this on purpose. "It's time for work"

I stare at him for a good thirty seconds, just standing in the middle of his daughter's room with this massive smile on his face, hazel eyes gleaming with excitement I presume.

"Work?"

"You're five years old young lady, you need to start your education" I'm being picked up and slung over his shoulder before I can manage a reply. I do remember mom telling him not to carry me in this manner many times before. He doesn't listen to a single thing that woman tells him, not that I expect him to. He's very gentle with me and surprisingly my stomach does not hurt from being pressed to his shoulder.