Purple Pendulum - A MHA OC sidestory

Itchy palms - Chapter 0 | Prologue

Perfume. Sweet, homely, hints of flora. Familiar. Warm.

I find myself perched on warm, smooth legs. A black pencil skirt and thin black tights beneath my undeveloped, round thighs, my knees bent and my feet dangled either side of her lap. I wriggle backwards and press my back to her middle, shrouded by her homely, familiar arms.

My glittering sapphires for the first time decide to take a new view of the world... rather than observing I begin to truly take in my surroundings, put past into present; put thought behind the little things. My violet lashes sweep over my bottom lid and re-wet my curious eyes. Short gales and drafts from above me brush against the fuzz of my rotund cheeks and disturbing the thin purple wisps that frame the amalgamation of features divinely selected from each side of my lineage by the supple hands of aphrodite.

"What'cha looking at, Yū~?" Her voice pries gently, as if I were the rough glitter that lay across a beach and she were a curious wave lapping up me. Each syllable is a concoction as sweet as ambrosia and as soft as the fur of an infant animal, "Did you see something?"

I'm quick to shake my head and bare my gappy fangs at her, a juvenile excitement sparked within me from my newfound outlook on the world around. My right hand comes to itch at my left palm, the skin suddenly a little irritated.

"Nuffin'... Just looking." I mutter, trying my best to mirror her gentle tones and loving inflections which are soon forgotten when I start to squirm excitedly in her hold, "Oh-!! I forgot!! Guess what-!"

Her elbows depress me against her front as worn hands run through my brilliantly glossy, periwinkle curls.

"What is it, gorgeous boy?"

"I learned at school how to count real' high!! Ready?" I check, wanting to make sure I have her full undivided attention. As a precaution I poke my thumb up and wait for the go ahead. Once my gesture is mirrored I start to writhe in her lap and reach my chubby hands out to grasp at her sleeve, "One, Two, Free, Four, Five, Six, Sev'n, Eight, Nine, Ten, Eleven, Twelve, Firteen, Fourteen, Fifteen, Sixteen-." I pause my verbal spewage to take a gasp of breath before continuing my excited babbles, "Seven-... uh... Seventeen, Eighteen, Nineteen and- and... Twenty!!"

She beams down upon me a proud, sunny flash of her white, perfect smilers and squishes my slight frame to meet her own, the fabric of her beige cardigan creasing and wrinkling inward from the compression. Her thin lips warp the rich, honey skin and the peppered pigmentation dappled across her cheeks to where her jaw meets the display of stunning midnight hair, the suggestion of new hairs flinking in the light before her ear.

"Good job, buddy!! Twenty is a biiiig number, you know. You have 3 more lots of 5 to get there, Yūto-bear." She compliments, using a sing-songy exaggeration in her voice, only meaning silly fun in how she articulates.

"I'm still a big boy, mama-!! 5 is big..!! Dada said-!!" I almost simultaneously refute as soon as the flow of words from her mouth end with her praise. I feel her hand return to my ringlets and start to fidget once more.

"It's still a big number. Your daddy is right though, you are getting to be so big!!" She informs me with a return of the smile she bears so naturally and sweetly, "Gimme a flex!!" She suggests, gesturing to my arms. At the order I goofily flex what chub I have on my teensy arms, "So strong!! You're like... even bigger and badder than daddy and All Might, huh-?!"

He was the polar opposite. Harsh, uninviting, cold. Yet still, I never felt unloved in his arms.

As if he'd been around the corner all along. He soon walks into the room with that ordinary gloom smacked across his lineaments; cumbersome helpings of hair dashed above his pitch-black eyes. His cool, marble head, home to slicked purple hair - sits perched on it's thick base, scanning back and forth like a sentry. His thundering arms cross over the wide span of his chest, the short, fat fingers fiddling with the uneven peppering of moles across his hairy skin.