That Funny Feeling [MHA]

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The Kurosawa's are a rich family. The man of the house, Kurosawa Kazuki, was the founder and business owner of one of the largest Hero support companies in Japan, ranking 5th in the top ten. He was the husband of Kurosawa Junko, and the father of Kurosawa Kenzo.

Kenzo just found out that she was quirkless, and she can't help but think, as her father stepped out of their overly expensive car and walked up the polished marble steps of a house to big for three people, that her father was a mean person, kenzo would even go as far as to say that he was... well...a dick.

It was sort of ironic coming from the same girl who had worshiped him merely an hour ago, however Kenzo thought it was justified. She had always been told how great he was, how he was never wrong because he had a quirk that allowed him to memorize and never forget anything he saw, but- he was wrong. Kenzo was and is a disappointment. She's not greater than him, in fact Kenzo wasn't greater than anyone. For if anything Kenzo's tutor said was true, then she was a worthless, weak, quirkless nobody. When going on about before the quirk ara Kenzos tutur, Miss Amy, would always say how inefficient and poor everything and everyone must have been, often musing that if she was to go back in time with all her knowledge that she would be a god among mortals. Kenzo had always disagreed but never shared her thoughts out loud, after all, Miss Amy only had floating hair.

Kenzo didn't know how long she stayed in the car, both her mother and father had long gone inside the house but Kenzo stayed in the car. It was only when it turned to sunset that Kenzo thought to open the car door. The creaking of insects and the light of the nearby light post being swarmed by bugs gave Kenzo enough reason to run inside, quickly slaming the door behind her.

A dark open room was what awaited Kenzo. Kenzo had been in this room many times before, but it didn't make it any less scary to walk around it at night though and Kenzo had half the mind to turn back and sleep in the car for tonight. With only the light of the open windows tinting the room a slight blue with moonlight to guide Kenzo, she made her way up the stairs to get to her bedroom.

A slightly open door down the hall pered open with yellow glowing light, her parents room, she could hear muffled screams and yelling from the inside that sounded like her mother crying. Kenzo didn't dare look inside, taking slow steps to not make a floor bored creek, slowly she made her way to her room.

A hic up here,

A cry to stop there

The loud noise of skin slapping against skin

The cry to stop, why won't you stop!?

"I NEVER WANTED THIS"

Kenzo closed her bedroom door, a shaky breath released from her lips as her knees finally buckled and she fell, leaning against her bedroom door. I don't want this, Kenzo decided. However Kenzo couldn't for the life of her figure out what elss she wanted. To be a hero? Kenzo thought of people with flashy and powerful quirks, their bright hero costumes and joyful laughs and catchphrases. To be one was all Kenzo had ever known. She knew that the moment she understood the word that she would be one. That was a dead dream now.

And as Kenzo slowly stood up and made her way to a bed that only Kenzo now realized was too big for her, she wondered if she should be crying. She was still numb, Kenzos head hurt, and she could still feel the slight ringing in her ears from before. Crawling into bed and wrapped in soft weighted blankets.

Kurosawa kenzo only realized that she had been smiling for over 4 hours when she turned her head to lay on her pillow more comfortably and felt soft pillow fabric on her teeth. When she finally stopped smiling her cheeks felt numb and she didn't think she'd be able to smile for the rest of her life.

Kenzo woke up the next morning, went down stairs and smiled at her father as he read about the latest news on a tablet, sitting at the dining table. Mother was missing from the table, her chair empty and no food served for her designated spot. Kenzo sat down on her chair, her lips in a closed smile and stared at her father, unblinking. Her breakfast had gone cold long before she sat at the table. Kenzo took a breath, her head tilting as she tried not to imagine the worst.

''Where's mother?" Kenzo's small childish voice echoed throughout the unnecessarily large room, she tried not to flinch from how loud her own voice was. Nobody answered. Not a glance from her father.

"Is mother not joining us for breakfast?" Kenzo asked again, no response. Not even a twitch. A breath, Kenzo took a deep breath, Her hands gripping the long brown skirt she had gone to sleep in from yesterday. Kenzo smiled, and with a clear voice asked, looking straight into her fathers absent eyes.

"What did you do to Mother last night?" A glance, a glance was all Kenzo needed. Another deep breath with shaking hands and a forced smile was all she had to do.

"Did you kill her?"

A slam echoed throughout the room, it was the sound of a tablet being thrown against a wall and a little girl standing up and getting as far away from a glaring father as she can.

"She is in the hospital." Was all her father said before running a hand through his short dark blue almost black hair and leaving the room.

Kenzo watched her father leave the room, stood there slack jawed for a moment, before sitting back down at the dining table and eating a cold breakfast. It was the first time Kenzo had ever seen her father act that way, and was the closest Kenzo saw him having true rage, the hot kind that boiled and bubbled and burned anyone that dared to get close. Her father was always a cold man, any annoyance or any kind of anger was all met with the same quite glaring expression. Kenzo had always thought that was just how he was, but she supposed she was wrong, everyone was being wrong about a lot of things recently.

Miss Amy was replaced in two days. Or at least that was what Kenzo wanted to have happened. In the time spent with her homeschool tutor Kenzo learned little to nothing at all. All tests and surprise quizzes were so much harder than before and almost all the math looked like absolute gibberish to Kenzo.

Kenzo wasn't exactly a bad student before, maybe needing a little help here and there but for the most part had consistently good grades. If Kenzo had done especially good then she would get a surprise sweet from mother and perhaps a nod of acknowledgment and an awkward pat on the head from father. None of these things seemed to matter anymore, Kenzo had expected to have no dinner or maybe even a smack on the head from father after failing several tests, but it seemed as though he didn't care at all.

Kenzo quickly learned to agree with everything miss Amy said, If she spoke out of tone or perhaps made a comment even slightly out of line with her reasoning, miss Amy would start yelling for around an hour about how worthless and useless a quirkless person was, and that "How could you possibly know whats right and good when you can't even get to double digits on a simple math test!"

"You are worthless!"

"I am worthless."

"You are stupid!"

"I am stupid."

"You are a quirkless and unlovable child!"

"I am a quirkless and unlovable child."

Kenzo stopped attending after 4 weeks, Miss Amy had tried to get into the main building to force Kenzo out of her room but the built-in security system stopped her. Father hasn't looked at Kenzo in days, Mother is still in the hospital.

It's a sunny day today, Kenzo thought, looking outside her bedroom window. Practically the definition of a sunny summer day in Japan. It's has been this way for the past month. As Kenzo looked outside, ignoring Miss Amy as she was yelling at her from the front garden. The sun was shining, it was the largest star Kenzo could see in the sky, and suddenly kenzo had a funny feeling creeping up into her mind, static and ringing filling her ears as she sat at her bedroom window sill for the next 12 hours, unmoving.