#1 - Life's Not Fair(Was It Ever?)

6 - Shopping with Mum

Screaming, crying, shouting, laughing, cheering–
The noise around him is mushed together, nearly impossible to decipher what anyone is possibly saying.

He is surrounded by demolished structures, abandoned vehicles, and a road that is unrecognizable due to the amount of debris and craters left by the fight, which was just after ending.

He takes a short breath and coughs from the dust and ash that enter his lungs; a hand caresses his back in gentle circular motions, soothing his tensed body.

He leans on the person closest to him, sighing with no sound; everything seems to tingle, including places he wasn't even aware of. He inhales slowly, and his vision warps.

There's sirens in the distance; it must be the police or the medics. Hopefully they get here soon; there are quite a lot of injured civilians...

oOo

It's Saturday afternoon, March 13th, eleven months before the U.A. Entrance exam in February.

Miyo and his mother were just waiting for his father to leave for work.

But the older man decided that he needed to hit them a couple of times before heading out for the day. Miyo's mother had managed to get in between him and his father; she had ordered him to go to his room, so that's where Miyo was.

Sitting up against the wall beside his bed, legs pulled up to his chest with his arms crossed on top of his knees. A dry trail of tears that are beginning to dry forms crusted lines going down Miyo's face; the skin cracks uncomfortably while his chin rests on his arms.

Ao hovers quietly beside him, twitching every so often. Tilting back his head now leaning against the wall fully, Miyo listens in quietly to the screaming, shouting, and shattering coming from down the hall. His parents screech at each other in the living room over something his father isn't pleased with, mostly Miyo and lunch not being what he wants.

Holding his breath, Miyo hears a door slam and sees his walls shake slightly; his shoulders raise to his ears, his head already tucking under his arms and between his legs, and his toes curl on his clothed feet. Bracing for something that might come.

Miyo listens for footsteps; all he hears is a muffled sniffling coming from the kitchen. Deciding that it's safe to exit his room, Miyo cracks his door open and peers out into the hall. The hall light is switched off, so all that is seen is the light coming from the kitchen glaring out into the hall, which would almost be pitch black if it weren't for the tiny window at the very end of it.

Contemplating his next decision, Miyo quietly stalked his way to the hall's end, making sure to avoid any of the older floorboards and small flakes of glass that obviously shattered on impact of whatever it was aimed to hit and proceeded to fly in all directions.

Peeking his head into the room, Miyo spots his mother; she's crying softly while sitting in the living room. He can see from his position that she's been cut in multiple places, mainly being her arms, legs, and the small few cuts on her face show him that's why she's bleeding.

Turning around, Miyo goes and retrieves the first-aid kit from the bathroom and then quickly makes his way to his mother. He holds out one of his hands; she glances up at him with red, puffy eyes and then places one of her hands in Miyo's.

Miyo gently removes shards of glass, disinfects her wounds, puts some quirk-enhanced healing cream on, and wraps bandages on her arms and legs. For her face Miyo cleans it, rubs cream on, and places one or two plasters on the deeper nicks and just leaves the smaller ones to the air so they can scab over quickly.