As a child, Y/N was beloved by all. The minute they got their quirk, it was hard to get them to sit down. With the aspirations to become a hero, they begin attending U.A as part of Class 1-A. When they're paired with someone who doesn't match their...
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𝓀𝑜𝓂𝑜𝓇𝑒𝒷𝒾
[ noun ]
an untranslatable word from japanese. the closest english word(s) is "dappled sunlight." when the sunlight filters through the trees and/or leaves.
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"Aren't you excited, Pa?" You asked excitedly, clapping your hands together. "I'm finally going to be a hero like you! Hiro will want to be a hero, and we'll all get to protect Ma together, and-"
"N/N, you know there's no guarantee that you'll get into U.A." Your father stated coldly.
You haven't seen your father in years. He had moved to Japan for his agency, and he only contacted you over Skype whenever you both weren't busy. With his schedule being very heroic, there... wasn't a lot of time you could talk together. Your conversations were always very rushed, and it was horrible. When you heard that he would let you move into his house for a few years, you were ecstatic. You got to see your father.
As you took in your father's appearance, you noted the dark bags underneath his eyes. They seemed to sag past his cheekbones. His skin was an unearthly pale, and you wouldn't be surprised if you could see his ribs underneath his clothes. Weren't heroes supposed to take care of themselves?
Ever since your arrival, you realized that he had been... Cold. distant. your mother had warned you that this would be the case. He had been through a lot, and the crimes in Japan weren't ending any time soon.
"I know, Pa." You stated slowly, eyes widening. "I'm going to try my best though. Even if I don't get in, I can always find another hero course. It's just that U.A is the best."
Your father shook his head and returned to working.
Sighing, you turned away and walked into your room. You had been trying to decorate, but it was really hard when you didn't have much to decorate with to begin with. You had multiple lamps already hanging up for reasons pertaining to your quirk, and your clothes had already been put away neatly into the closet.
Tugging on a (f/c) jacket and your favorite pair of boots, you sighed as you sat on your bed. You wanted to leave. The tension between you and your father was just too much. But... Leave where?
Suddenly, you had an idea. Jeez, why didn't you think of this before?
