Quirk more like a Curse!

That hero...

He definitely didn't sighed this much before than after I told how I was treat d. It was as if the gears in his head started working and he was imagining all kind of things. It was just crazy and there was also no other chance to tell him to kindly go his way otherwise known as go fuck off!

Oh well nothing that could be done here. I really would have lived to say that he should have gone and do whatever heroes do but noo he definitely wanted to stay with me and that was really bothering me.

This hero is really something else...

Why does he even care this much.

Did I already tell him that I didn't wanted to kill myself?

Is he deaf?

Ah no that can't be it ai ce he answered me earlier.

So he is stupid then?

Yeah probably...

Whelp nothing that can be done against that.

Now after confirming mu thought to be true which was honestly just my thinking. I mean he was a hero and all but he surely never thought about what would happen when he was about to appear with me right in front of my adoptive parents?

Did he thought they would applaud or something because that was just ridiculous.

Why would they?

All they will do is scream at me later and smile sweetly at him now. Nothing more and nothing less.

I don't want to be screamed at anymore because I need to look up and I will see it or them.

Me: *sigh*

That was all I had to say when I got to the door. I was tired of this and I was only counting till they would definitely go at mr. It should be around any minute now.

I would open it but I have no keys...

Sneaking in is more of my sfyle than this...

Can't sneak in with a hero at my back...

Now I have to admit that I sneaked out somehow...

I was living in a really old house now. My so called adoptive parents were both employees and hot quite the salary because of that. Tho don't think only because they are getting a lot that they are not stingy because they are stingy as fuck and would rather kill you and strange you before giving even a penny away. This was how they both were and if you asked me, they were a match made in heaven perfectly for each other.

Eraserhead: Your house?

Me: Nope.

I don't own anything here.

Don't touch!

Don't make it dirty!

Don't use!

And!

Don't even look at it the wrong way.

Seriously that is soo annoying as if things can break if you look at them from the sideline.

My quirk can't break stuff!

It can only scare the shit out of me.

Oh whelp...

I got more scarier shit going on in about a minute or more like seconds...

Me: *Sigh*

I managed to get out one last sigh before the door opened and I could see my father there. Oh great he didn't looked pleased at all. Not that he was ever looking please with me at all. I don't even get why they had to adopt someone like me when they didn't even wanted any childrens at all. This was ridiculous and everyone but them knows it. Great being oblivious to it... At least they don't suffer but I do. Ah not really but still not the right treatment but I was still somewhat happy with it.

No beating up.

No burns...

Just you know other stuff.

Still a bit better than the physical pain I would get from Kacchan.

Father: Yes?

Me: ...

Eraserhead: ...

Seriously?

Is honestly not gonna say anything?

I..

Me: *Sigh* he found me and brought me home.

Father: Who is he?

Me: A hero.

Eraserhead: Since you are home now, I will get going. Don't let me find you where I did again.

Father: Where did he find you son.

Oh I felt this.

It was not just anger but he was furious and trying to look friendly as well. This was more than bad. Oh Jesus Christ this was soo bad that even if I decided to bolt it right now, I would be dead.

It was over for me.

The hero came over to and I didn't thought that he would actually come over to give me something in my hand while shaking it for a goodbye. Of course I wasn't dumb to look at my hand but put it in my pocket immediately.

Eraserhead: Have a good evening Sir.

With that, he went away completly and left me there alone with my father who at first looked at me without doing anything but the moment the hero was out of sight, this man grabbed my arm and threw me inside basically without any second thought or remorse at all. Of coure I hit the damn floor and had a small make up session with it, kissing it passionally with a bit of violence.

Father: Where were you?

Me: Just walking around.

I hated looking at my father and his shadow thing. So I never looked up before at all. I hated seeing them soo much. I just wanted my break. 

This was really not necessary!

Why the heck you did that for?

It hurt!

Not as if I can really run away with a damn person who can actually aim as accurate as you...

Plus the knifes you create out of your own flesh and skin...

Gross!

I don't wanna see it!

I don't!

Just look down!

Igrnore the whisper...

Focus...

I was soo close to freaking out right now as I felt the presence of this being whatever it was. With the experience that I had, I could at least tell it was a persons quirk since it resembled it a bit and the ability to make them basically stop was also something quite interresting.

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