Time Stamp: Shoto x Reader

Everything Comes to Pass

"You stole your father from me, you ungrateful child. I hate you! I hate you! I hate you! Taking his quirk from him, how could you do something like that! This is all your fault!" My mother was yelling at me again, taking dad's quirk was an accident. He scared me when it was aimed to hit me. I didn't know it would happen, and it wasn't unusual for mom or dad to hit me.

I had just come to accept it over the last two years. They kept my arms wrapped in bandages because they didn't want to see the scales from my quirks mutation. Today was no different, it happened again. Dad went to use his quirk against me again, but as soon as he touched me... there was nothing left but a pile of clothing. Mom was hitting me, pulling me by the hair.

That was when a blast came through the house. I felt myself flying back and hitting a wall. When I woke up it was almost dark and the only thing left was rubble from buildings. Everything was destroyed, blown to smithereens. That was when I saw someone walking around with a flashlight in his gloved hand. He was looking under debris for something.

After the treatment I had gotten from my parents I decided to hide from him. At night he would leave and I would leave from that day's current hiding spot to search for water and food. I spent three days like that, and I was running out of places to hide. So I hid in the one place I had seen him searching when he first arrived hoping that he wouldn't look there again.

I was wrong. "Hmm, what do we have here? Someone still alive after that kind of a blast? You're from the main family, right. Come with me, I know someone who would love to meet you. The heroes destroyed this place, they won't come back for you." He reached a hand for me, but I pushed myself further away from him, I couldn't let the same thing happen again.

My hands clenched my hair, and I pulled my knees as close to my chest as I could get them. "Don't... don't touch me. Daddy got hurt because of me... it's all my fault... all my fault... all my fault. I didn't mean to, but mommy blamed me. I'm sorry... sorry... sorry."

He knelt down, reaching his hand out for me. "It wasn't your fault. They just wanted someone to blame. Come with me, and you won't ever get hurt like that again." I turned my gaze to his hand. Only glancing up to meet him. He looked... kind. Even with a mask covering his face, I could see it in his eyes.

I pulled my hands from my hair and let my nails dig into the sad tattered remains of the bandages my parents insisted I wear. "Promise... promise you won't ever hate me?" I could feel my body shiver, I was scared he would still hate me. "No matter what happens... you promise... that you won't ever hurt or abuse me? I... I don't want to be hurt anymore."

Quickly I tore my gaze away from him, what was I doing. He wouldn't- "I promise. No one with that kind of sickness will ever hurt you again. I will always protect you from the people with the plague." What did he mean by plague? I don't understand, were my parents sick? Was that why they hurt me?

Slowly, I reached out to take his hand. "Okay.... I... I'm going to trust you." He pulled me out from under the debris seconds before it collapsed. All I could do was shiver, he was still scary. Was this really okay? He seemed to think about something before taking off his jacket and placing it around me. It was really big, but it was warm.

He lifted me up in the jacket. "Let's get you to your new home then." I placed my arms into the sleeves, they didn't even make it out. I could move them freely now though, and wrapped them around his neck. My legs were around his chest. The hood was fluffy, and I was kinda tired, so I let my head rest on it. "Sleepy?" I gave a nod in response. "Go ahead and take a nap then. I'll wake you in time for something to eat when we get back."

I felt relaxed, the most relaxed I'd felt in a long time. I remember waking up in the morning, hardly remembering where I was. I started to panic until he came into the room. He brought someone with him, a woman.