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𝐘/𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐒𝐎𝐍: 𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐈𝐍 (1)

𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐎𝐍𝐄

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[I do hate short chapters, but this one may be small due to it being a little intro
(gonna go by the anime as much as possible, but things will be changed to fit our lovely reader Y/N inside the story)
>:3
If it is long, then I'll probably just cut it up into parts.]

Her eyes were big and a bright shade of (e/c), the four year old stared at the television of her father, saving the day yet again. The preschool teachers had turned on the tv, deciding to let the little children go about watching heros to help influence their Quirks in a positive way. They settled to the side and some sat on the floor with them, the young adults and teens fanning over their idols with sounds of excitement.

It only made her heart swell, knowing that her father could cause such an overwhelming amount of pride and admiration to so many people all over the world. Y/N strives to be like him at such a young age, in her heart she wanted to be someone people looked up to for guidance. She wanted to be a spark of hope, and a symbolism of peace like her old man.

The Quirk she had was meant to be such, though it had so many downsides to it. The sound of the television blasted with high volume as the little girl watched from a distance placed out of the way of other children, closer towards the teachers in the back of the classroom. She hadn't been allowed near kids her age, due to the odd amount of strength.

Even at the age of four, you've broken the bones of small kids like yourself. All of it being unintentional seeing how you'd never want to harm anyone purposefully, but despite that fact, you are a danger to practically everyone and anything around you. Y/N fractured one of the teacher's arms and broke the fingers of a child, broke the arms of two kids by playfully-shoving them. The push was too intense, the force causing the child to fly into another, which obviously didn't end well.

Due to the incidents, she lacked the eligibility to attend most Daycares and PreKs', the issue growing more and more difficult each day, but her parents managed to squeeze her into one that would supervise the h/c haired girl at all times. Everywhere she went, she had to have two adults with her to stop any horrible outcomes before they could ever occur, which did help so far. It was mostly the willpower of her little kid brain forcing herself to be a good little girl for her parents, they argued the last time, and she only wanted to make them proud—to make them proud of her.

The fear of being unloved by them scared her more than anything.

"I'm gonna be just like you, papa.."

A small brown hand placed itself onto the glass, (e/c) eyes gawking with determination as her father carried a pile of victims in his large arms with his broad, signature grin. That hand fell into a fist, which slammed into the solid barrier happily.

"I'm gonna be just like you!"

The glass shatters into smaller pieces, which flew into the air. Some kids flinched at the sound while others screamed. Little clear glass had gotten into delicate skin, blood beginning to flow from limbs that had been sliced. That classroom had lost a TV that day, and some of the larger chunks sunk itself into a few of the teacher's skin or cutting their clothes.

"Y-Y/N! No getting too excited! Remember!?"

One of them yelled as another fell on their back, holding her thigh.

"Ow oOow ow OWO ow ow oW OUCH! DAMN IT!!"

Another steps over to hurry towards the mess, trying to keep the kids out of harms way while the other's held both wounded teachers and kids. The little girl that caused said damaged is picked up and hurried out the room, her body stiff, and eyes stare at the crimson that leaked from the others.