It broke.
Cotton strewed across the wooden floor, along with torn up pieces of black material. I stood in the middle of the whole mess, panting heavily from my daily training session. My hands moved shakily as they bandaged up my bloodied knuckles, beads of sweat dribbling down my face. I grabbed my water bottle and chugged it down, relishing the cool feeling. Stepping on a piece of fabric, I looked down and around at the mess, sighing. Another punching bag has broken.
I briskly cleaned the mess and walked out of the room, immediately spotting my mother in the kitchen, roasting chicken. She glanced up and gave me a half-hearted smile, clearly disapproving my current state.
"Honey, don't you think you're overworking yourself? I mean, every day you come out of that room sweating and panting like a dog. Maybe you should take it easy." She said, giving me a sympathetic look.
"Mom, as I said this is the only way for me to get stronger. If only I had a Quirk, I wouldn't be doing this..." I answered, wiping excess sweat from my forehead with the back of my hand. She sighed and continued cooking. I refilled my water bottle and headed to my room where I crashed on my bed, staring at the white ceiling. Rage and anger bubbled inside me. I harshly grabbed an (F/C) pillow and screamed as loudly as I could into its' fluffy surface, trying to muffle my voice as much as possible. I huffed in frustration before sitting up and kicking my legs back and forth. 'Why can't she just support me and my efforts!?' I thought angrily. I grabbed the pillow once more before chucking it at the door. It landed on my mom's face.
"Gah! Sorry mom, didn't see you there..." I apologized, lowering my head. She brushed it off and trekked towards my bed where she held out a letter. Taking it from her hands, she spun around and stomped out of my room, slamming the door shut behind her.
Shrugging off her odd actions, I opened the envelope, took out a slip of paper which read:
Greetings, (Y/N):
We are the U.A. High school and we would like to inform you that you have been recommended to attend and train in our classes. Due to close inspection and great consideration, we welcome you to our high school with open arms. We hope to see you there.
- U.A. High school
My hand flew to my mouth. Me? Accepted? How? I don't even have a quirk! Also, how did they know about me? I shook off the questions and ran out of my room, waving the sheet above my head.
"Mom! Mom, look! U.A. High school just recommended me in! Recommended. That's a big deal!I'm finally gonna be a superhero-!" I had a slight tendency to ramble on. My mother slammed the plate she was washing and glared at me harshly. The sound startled me, cutting me off.
"(Y/N), do you have any idea how this affects me? I'm not permitting you to go." She said sternly, continuing her washing. I blinked.
"Mom, do you have any idea how this affects me? Look, I don't know why you're so against me becoming a hero, but this is very important to me! This is my goal, my mission in life!" I said, practically on the verge of getting on my knees and begging. My mother turned off the tap and gripped the edge of the counter.
I gaped at my mother, who looked like she was on the verge of crying, and she was.
Teardrops fell from her eyes. A silent sob filled the room. I raised my eyebrows.
"Mom?"
"I-I'm sorry, I just..." She placed a hand on her mouth, sobbing more. I guided my mother to the couch where we both sat. I gave her a few tissues and she eventually calmed down enough to talk to me.
"Mom... Please explain" I said, my voice cracking with hurt. She sniffed and placed her hands on mine.
"Your father..." My mom began, pausing to sniff. I froze momentarily. Mom never talks about dad... This is new.
"He was a hero." I blinked. My dad? A hero?
"Mom, i-is that why he's never around? Because he's out there saving people?" My eyes lit up and a smile crossed my face. I became my five-year-old self again, curious and obsessed with this new hero and began rambling.
"What's his hero name? Where is he?"
"(Y/N) wai-"
"Can I see him? How many people has he saved?"
"Wait he's-"
"Why doesn't he-"
"(Y/N) HE'S GONE!" My mother shouted, getting through all my rambling. The light from my eyes was gone, along with my smile.
"What...? Where, where did he go?" I let go of my mom's hands and grasped the hem of my shirt.
"He's... He's gone. Away. Dead." My mother sighed and frowned, her head hung low. She stood up and left the room, leaving me on the couch with my thoughts.
'Dead?'
(A/N)
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