find solace (belong) [KNY/BNHA]

[10 #extra] Akari Yukitoshi

It was always Akane.

Akane this, Akane that.

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"Akari, where's your sister?"

"You should be more like your sister."

"I, uh, like Akane! Could you please pass this letter onto her?"

"Why can't she be more like Akane?"

"So rebellious."

"Ugly."

"I guess we know who got the good genes."

"Akari, your sister got accepted into UA! What about you?"

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Always Akane. She was allowed to be Akane, whilst I was pushed to be 'more-like-Akane".

Akane's sister.

How much I wish I wasn't.

If I had a choice to go back to when I was brought into this world, I would have chosen not to be born.

Ever since Akane was born, she took everything from me.

I, who was the centre of attention, became only a passing thought.

Mom and dad always loved Akane more, her quirk was so similar to dad and his mother's, perfect for a doctor, or nurse. Therapist or psychologist.

Maybe not so suitable for heroics, but it still garnered a lot of attention. I had half the mind to believe that it was solely her quirk that made her personality so empathetic, so sympathetic. But knowing her, she was always one to feel more for others than she did for herself.

And how much I hated that.

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"Sis," Akane smiled up at Akari, who was sitting at her desk doing her middle school entrance exams. "Here."

In her small hands was a batch of muffins and a few dolls that Akane had got for her birthday a week ago. "I want you to have these."

On the other hand, on Akane's birthday two months ago, she hadn't even gotten a carefully selected birthday gift from her parents, let alone her friends.

So you're looking down on me?

"Get lost!" Akari said roughly, "I don't need your stupid pity."

What Akari received was what she resented. That look. That look of understanding and sympathy.

The very expression that made the adults fawn over Akane.

As if she understood everything and anything about me. As if she saw through my own skin and skull with those rosy crystal eyes that she inherited from dad.

A sneaking thought slipped past her defences into her mind. If dad and mom loved me, would they look at me with such eyes too? So filled with warmth?

But at this point, Akari had to withhold the urge to gag.

She didn't know why.

"If you want to give me a peasant 𑁋 then don't ever talk to me again."