Chapter 6- Not so friendly campfire stories (Pt. 3)

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Have you ever tried barbecue lake fish... which doesn't sound dodgy at all.

"Hey Oboro did you remove the organs?!"

"Yes.."

"You do know there's more than one organ right!?

"..."

"I'm gonna die surrounded by the biggest idiot in the world."

"Mean... anyways carry on."

"You sound like a hyped up puppy but sure...

It was early and I got Natsuo and Fuyumi ready for school quickly and hurried them out of the house giving them a packed lunch and Endeavor's credit card. I drove them to school then went to get Shoto. When I found him he was lying in his own puke with blood rushing out of him. He was black and blue. So I bathed him cleaned up the blood and bandaged him. He was hardly conscious and his breathing was faint. I sure hell wasn't going to just leave him at home- at the house. You can't call that place a home... a better description would be torture hotel.

So I brought him to UA with me.

You went you UA!!!!

Well yeh! I didn't want to become a hero. I like the idea of artist or musician but I never had a choice. Yep forced hero by over power father. Cheers to that.

Wait seriously your probably one of the only people...
Kinda like me

How?!

I didn't wanna be a hero

Really!

Yeh photographer was number one

But that's just a hobby

Jinx

Alright maybe you do get it. But at least your parents had the best intention. My father didn't he used to burn my drawings and I spent hours on designing this costume to help and he burnt it along with my prototype.

How about your mum?

I told you she went insane right...

Oh yeah... didn't you visit though

I did. I had dye my hair. Originally I dyed it white that way I didn't look like Enji. I had to do that because i may get lanced through the heart by my own mothers.

... uh wha no oh

When I got to school I brought him to class with me. I was 2-A...

No way so was I when I died

Why do we have that in common?! That day I tried over and over tell all the teachers about my problem with my father. None of them even though one of them promised me they would always believe and trust me. They didn't... turns out. Hmm... they didn't even believe when I showed them Shoto's scars and bruises. Nope. I got recovery girl to help with them. He passed out so I piggybacked him to go grab my other siblings. Eventually we got home after taking a massive detour ice skating, getting ice cream, being normal kids for once. When I got home I put Sho down onto his bed and left the room to walk straight into my father. He pulled my arm like I was some sort of rag doll into another room and there me onto the floor.

He said, "What were you doing?!"

"Walking."

So you were sarcastic back then too

Yep.

"What were you going out?"

"Going to school."

"With your little brother!"

"Yes."

"Don't take my masterpiece without telling me!" I snapped at this my brother and any sibling or my family aren't his and especially not an object!

"HE DOESN'T BELONG TO YOU! HE IS WHOEVER HE WANT TO BE!" I picked myself up of the floor walked towards him and I screeched back. I woke up my siblings by accident. But I guess that ended good thing

What do ya mean?

You'll find out... he taken back and slapped me. I didn't fall down. He does this every time and I didn't think it was much different I stayed upright standing tall. Shut up Oboro don't you dare make a comment.

"What did you just say... you worthless piece of filth."

"I get that from your side of the family I'm half you remember or are you already getting dementia I should send you to a hospital."

Brutal

Yeh he didn't like that much.

I wonder why?!

But it was a good comeback. Okay after I said that it was a brief second of silence before he used his quirk on me

Wait... what!? But your not fire resistant.

Exactly. Which weird cause fire is also my strength. Anyways... fun fact Enji plays dirty especially when he does get his way. Don't put it past that asshole to do that to own kids as well. Well his failed one at least.... no no no u got his punching bag. But the thing is it was almost perfectly timed because I had asked Natty my younger bro not the masterpiece to call and then hang up so I could run out with my baby bro.

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