𝙰𝚗𝚝𝚒 𝙷𝚎𝚛𝚘

Mommy And Daddy Issues

Months and months passed and I  was still on crutches. I started to question if she would ever walk again. Finally one day I got rid of my crutches for good. It wasn't like one big thing that healed her. No, I had worked hard on getting my body back to normal. It still wasn't perfect but I could function on my own. The best part was she could use my quirk again. Before everyone was scared I would hurt herself and my quirk needed a lot of energy. I didn't exactly have that at the time. 

"Look at you walking again," Dabi teased.

"Can't say the same about you," I chuckled. Dabi was now using my old crutches. His condition was much worse than mine had been. Seeing as I had broken almost ten different bones his health was very bad. 

"Did you guys ever see us on the news?" Toga asked. 

"No I assumed we were on there but I never watched it."

"They were making a big deal out of it forever."

"They better, I was in a coma for weeks for that," Dabi said. He had lightened up a bit which was strange. He still wasn't nice but he joked about his bad health a lot. I guess it was some sort of coping mechanism. 

"Your parents got interviewed on TV as well," Toga said to me. I froze in my tracks, unable to react.

"Olives?" Toga shook me awake.

"Sorry I just kind of blacked out," I explained.

"That's fine I was going to suggest we watch the interview but I don't think that's a good idea," she decided.

"No, I want to watch it," I argued.

"But-"

"I NEED to watch it," I cut off. Toga sighed and walked over to the couch. Dabi, Toga, and I all sat down. Everyone else was out doing important stuff. We had asked to stay home to watch Dabi but we really just didn't want to go.

Toga flipped through the recording until she found the interview. I could see how reluctant she was to press play. The show started and an interviewer sat across from my parents at a table. I hated they were getting fame from me. I should have been the one they were interviewing. Since I wasn't a hero that wasn't really possible. After everything that happened, I still wanted to be viewed as good by the public. I didn't know why. I had never been fond of people or cared about what they thought of me but I didn't want to be the bad guy. 

"Today we interview two pro heroes whose daughter recently revealed herself as a villain," the interviewer said. Hearing the word villain felt like I was being stabbed. Was I really the villain in the story? I despised hero so I didn't want to be one of them either but I didn't think I was in the wrong. How could I truly be a source of evil in an already society where everyone was corrupt? The heroes were just as bad as us but their motives were the only things being shown on the media. It just wasn't fair. I realized that I was getting way too overworked over a word and decided just to keep watching.

"That is no daughter of mine," my mom shot back at the interviewer.

"Your not my mom either bitch," I spat at the TV. Toga glanced at Dabi giving him the look that showed she knew this was a bad idea.

"Ok then well I'm sure you don't support her actions," the interviewer continued.

"Of course we don't support her actions. She betrayed us and the entire world," my dad said as my fist started curling into a fist.

"I completely agree with that. Do you have any idea what might have motivated her?"

"Well, she ran off as soon as she turned 18. She probably got mixed up with the wrong people and they manipulated her into this," my mom said as she knew. I leaped from the couch unable to control my anger anymore. 

"How dare you! This was my fucking choice. You really think I'm dumb. You think someone could have manipulated me. Well, guess what you already tried and failed! IT'S MY CHOICE WHAT I DO WITH MY LIFE! NOT YOURS AND OR ANYONE ELSE'S AND IF I DON'T WANT TO BE A HERO OR A VILLAIN THEN GODDAMMIT I WON'T BE!" I screamed at the TV. Toga paused the show and just stared at me. The look in her eyes was strange there was a hint of fear but mostly just pity and confusion. I hated that look. Dabi just shook his head like he was looking at a crazy person. Maybe he was. I felt tears forming in my eyes. Not of sadness but of anger. All I wanted to do was destroy. I wanted to destroy everything.  I hated the human race anyway. Maybe I could get rid of it. 

"Olives-" Tpga began. She made a valid attempt but how do you comfort a person who just had an outburst at someone through a TV. I teleported to my room and slammed my door shut. I made sure to slam it as loud as possible so people got the message not to talk to me. Apparently, they didn't because a few hours later I heard a knock on my door.

"Go away," I said firmly. Instead of leaving someone slowly opened the door.

"I said LEAVE goddammit!" I threw my pillow at whoever had entered. I said Dabi standing in the middle of my room.

"I'm about to shove you down the stairs and with your injuries that wouldn't be pretty," I threatened Dabi. He just smiled and walked even closer to me. In turn, I moved farther away.

"Cmon your acting like a child," Dabi said.

"So? I don't want to talk to you."

"Well, I know someone who you do want to talk to."

"DON'T YOU DARE!"

"Oh, I'm doing it."

"I'll fucking kill both of you."

"Oh, cmon you know Toga will be able to console you."

"Well, what if I don't want to be consoled! I want to be able to be angry right now!"

"That makes sense. I'm still getting Toga though," Dabi replied. I struggled to get out of bed but Dabi took off surprisingly fast. Before I could catch him he got Toga. She slowly walked up to me with a blank expression. Toga reached out her hand and put something in mine. It was a can of spray paint.