Hero Yokai(Slow UpDate)

Destiny Change

Right now all I could think about was that day...that day that changed my whole world on the word...Hero.

That word where even a simple fantasy becomes reality in this world...where the human population gained a power which was known...as Quirks. No one knows how this happened, how humanity suddenly gained powers that happened a few centuries ago but it became a thing and this led to those who feared these powers and those who uses them to harm the innocent for their own selfish reasons...and that's when the word Hero comes in but before they were merely Vigilantes until the Government decided to use this opportunity to make into a job for those who wanted to make it big...to be famous, so those who look up to them can feel a sense of safety.

Waking up from another dream...dreaming of being something that isn't reachable with my eyes feeling heavy, bags under them and my hair growing out and becoming even more wild as ever, I couldn't help but laugh but it became forced.

Looking around my room...seeing the bear walls that held posters of the one who I thought was my idol, who I thought would give me the answer of this world I was born in...only to be told the same thing I've been hearing from my teachers, my peers...for 10 years that it caused my heart and even my mind to fall apart.

Even after when I did my best to help my former childhood friend...it only resulted to me being scolded while he gained compliments from Pro Heroes even Allmight...it hurt...it wasn't fair...but this my reality... but what more worse is all the people who around me start to laugh and say more many unforgiven words and laughter.

I couldn't help but let out tears that day and ran away, reaching my home, passing my mother and heading to my room, feeling nothing but sadness and hate and with no regrets and tore away the many posters that dawned my walls with my mother hearing it and opening my door to see my actions.

That day was when I finally snapped and by doing that...I ignore my mother who keeps on trying to talk to me, I even refused to go to school but because of my education, I took the initiative to work online because there was only one teacher at the school who at least treated me like I was human...but to me that wasn't enough, because of the many scars that covered my body...I just didn't care.

And right now I stared at the open window in my room, looking at the morning sky...or it is noon? I couldn't tell.

Suddenly the door opened and the person who walked in wax my mother, I glanced at her to see she was holding what looks to be something that's my favorite.

"You haven't eaten yet, so I decided to make you something", She said to me with a smile on her face...but to me I couldn't see it...all I saw were the many faces that belonged to those who harmed me, those who had smiles on their faces while calling my names.

I turned my head away while saying I wasn't hungry but my mom was like me...someone who's stubborn and she sat at my side by the bed while placing my food on my lap and the only thing I could do was sigh...while grapping the chopsticks and taking a few bites from the food with my mom seeing me in tears knowing that I was grateful for her...grateful that she still sees me as her son.

She knew that I wanted to be alone and told me she'll be out for a bit and giving me a hug and a kiss to the forehead she was about to leave until.

"Thank you...Mom", I said this while still looking at the food but that's all she needed from me with tears from her eyes pouring out and left.

It's only been a few months since those events to happened...and looking in the full view mirror, seeing my reflection, seeing my scrawny self with hair that reached to my shoulder with the many scars on my body...with one that still felt fresh on my left shoulder that it made me clench my fist but...I just sighed.