Twisted Wings (MHA) -Villain Hawks/Takami-

Chapter 2: Change

I hate snoring probably as much as I hate hero society. 

Like why can't you just not, I know I'm being unrealistic but still come on. 

Ugh It's only 6:09, and prep time, which is basically when the cabin wakes up and stuff is at 7. So I've got just about an hour to sit and listen to the amazing sounds of snoring coming from around the room while contemplating how much I hate my life and can't fall back asleep. 

-Time Skip- through uncomfortable snoring silence, even though its not really silence. 

It's now around 6:43 and I've done a lot of contemplating, and I am pretty much sad and alone. I mean I already was but now I just feel REALLY SAD AND ALONE. And then I hear voices. 

They're really hushed, but I'm almost certain that they are coming from outside the cabin. I can't really pin-point what exactly they are saying but I can tell that none of these voices come from anyone on the CPQ staff.

I know almost everyone on the CPQ staff, including their voices, appearance, temper, and their opinions on almost anything seeing as I was raised by these maniacs. 

These however are new voices, that don't belong to any of the other campers that ended up here. They're adult, and while still being absolutely 100% concerned, I'm also intrigued. Since my days have practically been on repeat with the absence of even the slightest of changes, but in the end I decide to just let it be and go back to the sounds or snoring  since I honestly would enjoy for the CPQ to be inconvenienced, or have a little chaos, and I'm well aware that I can protect myself.

7 rolls around and nothing out of the sluggish ordinary happens. 

Honestly I'm disappointed. 

I'm still debating that statement morally, but it just means that now I have to go through the same borish hell as usual starting at a lovely 7:40 in the morning to 9:30 at night. 

So yeah, I kinda wanted something to happen. 

It's now 7:05 and all of my cabin mates are up and moving around. EWWW moving, being productive god I hate that. 

I don't really feel compelled move, and I can't decide whether its's my concerned curiosity about the voices or just my usual unmotivated lazy self not wanting to get out of bed and participate in the grueling CPQ training schedule which I have had memorized since the age of 7. 

But as 7:10 rolls around I succumb to the routine and being to prepare for the "amazing, joyful" day to come, by getting into my amazingly fashionable CPQ uniform, brushing my teeth, eating Oh and also completely avoiding all of my other cabin mates who for some reason are excited to be here. All they do is talk hero 24/7, and about how excited they are to be here. Like seriously. just stop nobody wants to here it. 

After preparing for a totally fantastic training session I head to the -A10- hall which is where the campers with the strongest quirks go to train. I'm also unfortunately here with 5 of my cabin mates meaning I'll have to attempt to socialize to avoid a lecture. This sucks.

What a drag. 

So I force myself to begin talk to people I pretend to know, (they pretend back, which is a redeeming quality) and I hate every second of it. 

I mean I've been here for 15 years, doing the same the same training routine since I was 11 and my heading officers still expect me to socialize. 

Like, really, I hate everyone and everything around me and you want me to socialize with people who had a choice and wanted to come here. 

Bruh no. 

After finishing my minuscule mental temper tantrum I decide its best for me to give in and attempt to carry a conversation with these idiots, even though for everyone's record I REALLY DON'T WANT TO. 

Following those 7 minutes of irritable conversation we being our training, which as always consists of me pushing my quirk to the max for the 5,000th time. Its absolute crap. 

But I don't really have any other options as to what I can do and where I can go. My family doesn't even know I exist, my brother is a hero caged up by the commission and my mother has probably forgotten I exist, except for that large some of money that was acquired from my "recruiting". 

So yeah for the moment I don't really have any other options besides dying over and over again at the CPQ until I'm 18, but even then this whole private business is running based on the fact that their relying on me to become the #1 Hero in the future. But god I'd hate that, I've seen hero society for what it is and I don't want any part of it. 

But do I really have a choice?

I've been telling myself that I do, but when I really look deep into myself I realize that I don't

I don't.....I don't have a choice. 

Training ends as usual with me half dead both inside and out, although I am always dead on the inside. 

It's now 10 and I am completely exhausted, my cabin is walking ahead of me on the way to cabin since their training is "mildly" lighter than mine. I'm about 10 yards behind them and then I feel it, a dark leather fingerless glove and 4 fingers on my shoulder.