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𝐑𝐎𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐂𝐋𝐄𝐒 (1)

𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐎𝐍𝐄

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"No."

Yagi tensed up at how quickly you rejected his proposal, blood spitting from his lips as well as some noodles and vegetables.

"H-hah?? What do you mean no!?"

Her brows furrowed, looking away as she red chopsticks into a sweat bean paste treats, stuffing the pink delight into her mouth.

"Because you ruined my debut to show the world that I'm super strong and that I could possibly be a hero! One of them could have asked me about joining one of their agencies once I'm older."

Snapping a narrowed gaze at him, the young girl jabbed her eating utensils towards his face across the dining table.

"But SOMEONE had to get in the way and SHOW OFF, even making it RAIN for Pete's sake. Ugh! No one asked you to make it rain! And I could have down that many sorta, I know I could have did that too! I'm your kid!"

The brown girl threw her hands into the air, her words emphasized and movements exaggerated, which caused the beads and shells form her braids to clank with one another.

"How am I suppose to show everyone I'm not a monster if no one ever see's it? I'm tired of people calling me a freak or hellspawn. Today could have been that day and you.. You ruined it."

Devastated by his daughters words, the man could only sigh. He watched as all her energy and somewhat dramatic outburst of her feelings come to quick burnout, she resting against the table and picked slightly at her food.

"I don't wanna take pills to reduce my strength anymore, pops. I don't wanna have to go to Quirk controlled therapy or be alone anymore. Why would I help you train some loser?"

Thick brows, one that were semi-plucked, crease her forehead upwards.

"I'M suppose to be the own you train and help out. I'M the one who's gonna inherit ONE FOR ALL like you said I would when mama was still alive.. I know I'll finally be normal when that day happens, like everyone else.."

Her eyes fall close and she stays quiet for a moment, wanting to know if he had anything to say to her.

"Y/N.."

His deep voice starts, which rattles his thinned chest a bit.

"Do you want the police to get involved? Did you forget that if you aren't a licensed hero that you could have went to juvenile detention? I won't risk it, risk you ruined your life over what you think will help you.. I.. I know it's hard."

He placed a hand over hers, it was so much larger, swallowing it up completely as he gently wraps his fingers around her own.

"I know you dislike taking the pills and think the therapy is boring, but it's the help ensure your safety and others. If we didn't accept going through with this, they would have took you away from me. Locked you away in some.. Solitary confinement on an island far-far away."

He tightens his grip, a dark expression casts over his face, pen that only intensifies his sharp and angled features.

"I wasn't gonna let my daughter grow up through a cell, not interacting with others kids her age or having fun. I didn't plan to let you live most of your days in a prison, I'd rather die than do that.."