𝕋𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕚𝕤 𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕨𝕠𝕣𝕝𝕕

Forgiveness pt. 2

"And that's it." We were all shocked. Expect Tris. She definitely knew everything. Then her 'dad' came out of nowhere. "Well, I gotta get going. It was nice to see you again Miko." He said. "Yeah. You too...Tobusen." He started at her then let out a sigh and left. "I'm going home." Toga grabbed her bag and left. "Miko wait!" Tris chased after her leave her stuff behind and Karma followed. 

Next day at school:

I didn't really sleep that much. I don't know why her story weighed down on me more than Tris' stroy. Probably because Tris grew to think that what people did to her was okay and Miko just tried to forget about it. Or maybe it's just because she didn't cry. That doesn't make sense but it's all I got.

"Did everyone enjoy the project." Mr. Aizawa asked. "No. Forgiveness is stupid. They don't say sorry." Tris said crossing her arms. "I'm not saying sorry!" Shoto yelled from the back. "I hate you!" Mr. Aizawa just stared at them. "Uh....what are fighting about." Both their eyes whined. "We can't say!!" They both said at the same time. Mr. Aizawa thought a minute and...I think he knew everything. "You mean the-...uh....yeah Sho you should apologize." Shoto shook his head. "No. Not happening. If I say sorry, that means I didn't mean to do it. I did mean to do it. So no." Mr. Aizawa just stared at him. "O-okay. Moving on. Uh...Himiko! How'd it go with you?" 

"Well, I mailed him the letter. He showed up. Then he left." He looked at her sadly. "What'd you say?" He asked. She leaned over, grabbed a piece of paper from her book bag, and started reading. 

"Dear dad, I know it's been a while. I know you probably don't want to hear or see me. But I'm doing a forgiveness project in school and I wanted to try to forgive you. You did you leave? Why did you abandoned us? Was it something I said? Something I did? Or was it just me? Please tell what I did wrong. I don't want to be angry anymore. From, Himiko."

The class was silent. You could here a penny drop. It must be a leap year because seeing them act like this might happen once every four years. "I don't know I did wrong." She said softly said with her vioce breaking. Mr. Aizawa kneeled down to her level and put his hand on her shoulder. "Every child deserves a parent, but not every parent deserves a child." She looked at him, then she turned to face me. "Cat Cafe' after school?" Tris smiled softly. "Only Mr. Aizawa comes." He stood back up. "Why me?" He asked. "Because my sister has a bone to pick with you." Tris said giggling. "Y-...your sister scares me."

At the cafe':

"Okay....5c+16.5." Shoto said tapping his pencil with his notebook. "13.5" Ashido respond. "Yes." Mr. Aizawa said from the other side of the cafe' as everyone clapped as she put an oreo in her mouth. "Okay. Midoariy! 3x+6.3d?" He opened his mouth to talk but then he just...froze. He stared straight behind me. We all turned around to see...Tobusen. Ya know, that's a stupid name. What loving mother would name their child that. 

He threw his hands up and said, "I'm not hungry! S-so please! Don't throw anything at me." Himiko stood up. "I-I thought you left." He walked a little closer. "I did. I was in the car, but then...I-...I looked back at this." He held up the letter she had sent. "It says you don't want to be angry anymore. I know you-you all care very much about Himiko. But I just need to have a talk with her. If that's okay..." 

"That'd be 20 bucks." Sero stated, making Ashido elbow her. "Camie is in the back, s-so just go ahead." She said. "But if she's not back in 15 minutes, I will hunt you down." Uraraka stated. He nodded, and left. Himiko looked around before following him.

Himiko's POV:

I walked out of the cafe' and sat in one of the chairs outside. He sat across from me. We just stared at each other until he said, "Th-this wasn't you Himiko. This was all me. I couldn't proved comfort, or-or a roof over your head. I was no good for you. I blew every paycheck instead of out food in the fridge. I couldn't be there for you." 

"You're there for your new family aren't you? What did they do that I didn't do?" I asked. He shook his head and looked into my eyes. "You didn't do anything! You were a little girl! Yo-you were only five years old! There was nothing that you do or didn't do! I-I wasn't ready for you girls." He wasn't ready for me. He stayed until Camie was tewelve. He left when I five.  "Did you find a job?" I asked. "Yeah. I did." I looked at him with tears threatening to fall from my eyes. "Your job was to stay." 

"Look, I'm sorry. I came back to tell you that. Bu-but I'm glad you're okay." Okay? Far from it. I was not okay. I was robbing gas stations at the age of seven. "Um...I'm glad I got to hear your side of the story. My teacher thinks if I forgive you, it'll make me feel better. He's usually right about these things, but...I don't know about this one. I-I just can't. Your job was to stay and you qutie on us. You don't think I would have looked passed that!?" I stood up out of y chair and he looked back up at me. "And, guess what!? I didn't need you! I'm in UA high, top ten out of the whole school! I'm gonna be a pro hero and Camie works here and is in College to become Comparative Investigator! I used to hate her because I  thought she drove you off! Why!? Because she made me think that! So I wouldn't hate you! A-and I don't hate you! Because now-....now I'm here! I have a feature! I have friends! And a family! NO THANKS TO YOU!!" 

Tears came out of my eyes like waterfalls. I turned to walk away when I heard him say, "I'm sorry I wasn't here for you." I looked at him. "I'm not." Then I opened the door and left. I walked into everyone standing there. I looked down and walked forward until I was a few feet away from Mr. Aizawa. "I-I'm sorry. I failed. I tried to forgive him bu-but...I couldn't" I was silently crying. "Himiko. I never wanted you to that. That kind of forgiveness doesn't come easy." I stared at him shooked. "Wha-what did you want me to do?" I asked. He took a step towards me. "Did you forgive yourself?" I couldn't take it anymore. I ran into his chest and started sobbing. He wrapped his arms around me as I cried. "It's okay. You don't need him." I started crying harder. Cause he was right. I don't need him. I didn't need him then I don't need him now.