So this is a switch POV type of story, please bare with me lol I'm trying
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"(Y/N)!" The childish tone of my younger sister spoke up, poking my arm numerous times.
I flinched, looking down at her. Just the sight of my sister drove me on edge, flashing back to the imagery of my parents terror. It wasn't pretty. I didn't notice my breath had began quickening before Nanami poked me again, attempting to ground me back into reality.
"Right.. yes Nana?" I questioned, my hand resting on her small head , ruffling up her silky locks.
"Mama talk!" She cried out, tugging on my (F/C) shirt.
"Alright pipsqueak" I chuckled, grabbing her sides to lift her up from me. Nanami giggled and lifted her arms in a comical pose. "Wheeee! Superhewo (Y/N)! I flying! I be big and powerful like you!" I froze, almost dropping her. I placed her down gently, bringing my hand to ruffle her messy locks again. "Trust me, you don't want to be like me.. blessed child." I murmured. She was still too young to understand my power unlike my other siblings. She was a late bloomer so her quirk hadn't even manifested yet. I nodded, understanding what she was referring to. "Now go get some breakfast. I'll be down in a bit"
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I had already finished eating so I went to take my dishes to the sink and wash them, letting the water pour down as I began scrubbing on the plates with the nearest sponge.
Ever since the event I couldn't stop thinking about it. First my friends, then my siblings and now my parents... I instinctively clenched my fist to subdue the anger and frustration that was beginning to boil on the back of my head. I didn't want to have this ability. I had no idea how to even begin to control it. What does she to talk to me about? Possible answers rang through my head. Maybe I was in trouble again for getting in petty arguments with my siblings. After all I was the eldest.
After I dried the dishes and put them away in their respective places I headed my way to the living room where my parents were sitting down on the plush couch waiting for me.
"Sit down (Y/N)." My mother mentioned in her usual delicate tone, her expression somewhat concerned me. Her usual lively eyes seemed more on the dull side and were those.. bags under her eyes? My father was sitting next to her, silently holding onto her free hand. The same tired expression seemed to be etched onto his features as well. His usual well kept hair was untamed and messy as well as my mothers. Why did they look so restless?
I did as they asked and nodded slowly, bringing my body down on the couch that was on the opposite end of where they were sitting. I let my hand pet the seat and find its way towards a pillow, bringing it to my lap as a comfort for whatever they were about to talk about to me. Having "a talk" , especially with your parents, was never a good thing.
My father cleared his throat, almost as if he had no idea what he was going to say to me. His hand was visibly shaking before my mother steadied him, now taking the lead in the act. She fiddled with her long dress and then met her gaze with my own.
"As you know (Y/N) , we've been struggling to find ways to control your... abilities."
She was most likely trying to avoid calling my quirk monstrous, horrendous, a burden, or anything along those lines. At this point I had already taken the hint. Still, I remained silent and nodded. My heart had began to slowly pick up a pace, the nerves getting to my system.
"It's been about a year or two where this has gotten worse, any sign of anger or an unstable feeling makes you drive out of control and lash out honey... and that causes your quirk to activate and .. it's been becoming an issue issue for your father and I to keep up with such a unique ability..." She kept shifting in her seat, an uneasy feeling sprouting within me.
My mind was already beginning to spin off a handle at this moment, trying to cling or get a hold on where all of this conversation was going. What was she trying to say? I still had no idea.My grip tightened on the pillow, digging my nails into the soft cotton material.
"(Y/N) we.. we are.. well.. well we" She was about to continue until her voice cracked and she choked out a small sob, letting whatever mask of serene composure she had been putting up before crumbling in front of my very own eyes. My father held onto her and kissed her forehead, seeming to be whispering words of comfort to her. He then folded his hands on his lap and continued onwards with what she had been saying as if they had memorized this down to a tee.
"You're a beautiful, powerful young woman (Y/N) , you're turning 14 in a few months.You're at your best point, prestigious schools are scouting children and potential heroes! I'm afraid that.. we're just holding you back sweetie. At this point you should at least have some stable control of this quirk of yours and yet you don't .."
He trailed off for a moment, getting lost in thought. He seemed to be collecting his words before picking back up.
"You don't because we never properly took care of this issue and we never figured out how this power even works. It's our fault."
I couldn't agree more with him. I knew my power had become a burden with the years and I was also aware that it was only getting stronger and my family was getting weaker. Even I didn't understand the full anatomy of my quirk yet. My grip lessened a bit, the nerves slowly flowing out of me "maybe they're going to look for a tutor" I thought to myself in a hopeful manner. Maybe this would end well. Taking the reigns of my power was a beautiful thought. Taking the reigns of my life.
"Your siblings have also been affected because of these incidents and as you probably know they're having reoccurring nightmares of the times you've used your power on them (Y/N)"
His gaze carried exhaustion and sorrow, a knowing look my mother equipped as well.
My father then took a deep breath to reach and hold my small hands. It was funny how mine were minuscule compared to his. A small tear pricked and slipped down his cheek as he looked down, avoiding my gaze completely. My breath caught in my throat, seeing my parents be so distraught tore my heart.
"We... both your mother and I have.. We have decided to send you away to a foster home."
The words hung in the air for a good minute before they fully made their way into my head. My whole mind became blank from this single statement. I could feel my heart drop against the ground, shattering into a million pieces.
"Send me to a what?" I barely managed to slip out, my voice becoming a thin whisper.
"A foster home (Y/N)" Suddenly my mother spoke up, gulping. She raised her hand to her cheek and wiped away a tear, now looking directly at me hence she had been avoiding my gaze as well.
"It's for the best, you'll be sent to a better family and- and you'll be happier, they'll know how to take care of you and your quirk. You'll be able to take reigns of your life and become the hero you've always wanted to be!" She piped up , forcing a smile onto her lips.
I silently reflected on these words as both of them watched me. Was this all an excuse to just get rid of me? I had become too much of a problem and they had given in to their fear that had become me. I was a threat to the family .. that's why they are sending me away. They see me as a hazard. Is that why they're doing this? Had my worst fear become a reality? I must be dreaming. This can't be happening. They wouldn't. They love me, I know they do. They're all I have, they can't just throw me away like this right? Right? Right?
My body trembled. I began feeling overwhelmed and lightheaded, the familiar sense of crawling in my veins took over my system. My fingertips twitched along with my hands. My mind became a thick fog I couldn't get through. I couldn't take it, it was too much. Too much for me to think about, too much for me to deal with. I wanted out.
So I did. I violently pulled my hand away from my fathers grip and pulled myself up and rushed out the door, shutting it behind me.
"(Y/N)!"
"(Y/N) (L/N)!"
I couldn't hear it. I wasn't going to heart it. I blocked out the sobs and blindly ran down the empty street. I headed to the only place where I could find peace at a time like this. My haven , maybe he'd be there. He was always around at this time.
My feet hit against the pavement as I ran mindlessly , letting my body guide me without thinking . The cold night wind hit my face. The feeling of this soothed me, easing me back onto the world. Yet I could still feel everything that had just happened boil over inside. It ached like a fresh cut. I mean, I already had an idea my power was getting out of hand, but not even they want me anymore.. do they?
I slowed down my running before approaching the well known place that I named my haven, a small smile creeping up to my features.
I carried myself to the neighborhood park and went to open the well known silver gate. I took a deep breath before feeling a known warmth approach the scene. A known heat spread through my chest with a momentary euphoria, distracting me from all the events that had happened this evening.
"If you're trying to scare me it's not gonna work Touya" I teasingly smirked before turning on my heels to face him. His usual messy carmine hair and bright aqua eyes greeted me as always. Bandages hung off certain parts of his body, but I paid no mind to them since I knew he didn't like me staring.
"That's too bad, I swore I would get you for good this time~" He proudly replied lifting my chin. A feigned disappointment spread on his features. Classic Touya.
I laughed softly, a small crack forming in my voice.He quickly noticed his, taking a hold of my hand. His aqua orbs darkened and searched for my own. He knew. He always knows.
"What happened?"
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