"You ran away because... you were embarrassed?"
My mother and my sister looked at me with disbelief in their eyes. I awkwardly looked down at my udon noodles. My love of udon must have come from my family.
We were sitting around the center table in the living room, my mother and my sister sitting across from me as I ate and explained my story.
This lie I was concocting made me feel like a complete idiot, and it was quite embarrassing. In summary, I had told them at my age, everybody else was getting their quirks. Everybody else was making fun of me for not getting my quirk yet, even if I was only six years old, and that was the normal time to receive a quirk. So, to prove all those other kids wrong, I ran away, trying to find my quirk and train it to be the best it could be.
All these years I tried and tried to receive my quirk, but all I ever was was quirkless. In all honesty, I didn't care at all that I was quirkless in this life, but I definitely made it seem like it was devastating. I wiped away a fake tear.
Hana gasped and cupped a hand warmed by her quirk over mine. The same quirk my mother had, and I was so grateful to be back in their warmth again. Even though Hana seemed convinced, my mother arched an eyebrow
"There is no way I can believe my daughter ran away simply because she was bullied by her classmates. How have you survived all this time?" Her voice was angry now. Raised and upset, desperate even. All these lies I've told in this life are starting to kill me, bit by bit. The guilt engraves into my soul with every lie I can tell, scarring my heart until there's nothing left.
But for some reason, I can't stop. It's become such a habit it is only natural.
"I was a dumb kid, and somehow I convinced myself that the decision I made as a kid to run away was right. I stuck with it even though I knew I was stupid," I sniffed. "I've always been prideful, you know that." I looked at her with pleading eyes while my mother continued to look at me with disbelief.
My mother pushed up from the table, causing all three of our udon to rattle. I looked up at her, startled. "I could have helped you through this. I am your mother, Jikan! I am here to help you! What makes you think I wasn't there for you, that I couldn't have helped you find your quirk or helped you stop the bullying!" she yelled.
I had never seen my mother so angry. Even though she was talking about my lies, what she said was true. What made me think I could have just walked off without her, taking care of Tenko on my own? She is my mother. She could have helped me. I looked down with a concentrated frown. My mother's heavy breathing calmed as the room went silent.
Finally, I spoke up, barely a whisper. "You're right mom... I... it was wrong of me to just leave. I'm so, so sorry." I dared to look up at her, only to see a scowl still plaguing her face. I continued to hold eye contact. "I know there's nothing I can do to make up for the pain I caused you and Hana. It's my fault you ended up here and... I just want you to know I truly am sorry and I'll do everything I can to try and convince you."
My mother's gaze shifted. From angrier, to confused, to sad, to kind. She rounded the table and kneeled down next to me, pulling me into a hug. I hugged her back, relieved. Hana came to join our little group hug. It felt so amazing being huddled in between the two of them, my family.
"Don't get me wrong, I still haven't forgiven you," my mother mumbled into my shoulder. "But at least you're here with me." She kissed me on my temple and I smiled up at her as she pulled out of the hug.
"Now!" She clapped her hands together. "Let's finish up our udon and then go to bed. You and Hana can share the queen bed for tonight and I'll sleep on the couch."
"Oh, no. You should have the bed mom. I—...," I began to insist.
"No, no. You've had a long journey. You're finally home and you deserve a good rest," she declared, adjusting the plain white T-shirt she was wearing and tucking them into her blue jeans. I nodded happily, turning to look at Hana who was now pulling away from hugging me.
"Awesome! Me and you tonight, sis. I have a lot of boy drama to tell you," Hana whispered, a mischievous look on her face.
The three of us then got ready for bed, rearranging blankets, each of us walking in and out of the bathroom to brush our teeth, changing into our pajamas. Eventually, I was curled up in bed with Hana laying down next to me yawning.
She had braided her hair into about twelve different braids and it made her look ridiculous, even in the dim light of the bedroom. "What's with all the braids?" I laughed.
She snickered. "I have a date tomorrow with a guy. He told me one time he likes wavy hair so I'm trying to impress him," Hana explained, a haughtiness in her voice.
"A guy?" I smiled in curious delight. "What's his name?"
A feverish smile creeped upon her lips as she called his name. This girl was crushing hard. I wondered who the insanely attractive guy must be to make my sister so in love—...
"Aho Bakane," she cooed.
Aho? Aho?! Aho Bakane was her awful fiancée she was with at the time my mother died. She had met him in Shizuoka city. So, how on earth was she able to meet him again all the way here in Hosu city?
Initially, when Hana had first introduced Aho to my mother and I, we absolutely adored him. He was polite, not particularly handsome, but at least he was charming. It wasn't until deep into the relationship we found out how abusive he could be. But Hana was too kind and too scared. Maybe even in denial. It took my mother's death to convince her to break up with him.
"Aho Bakane?" I scrunched up my nose in disgust and Hana looked at me confused as we laid on our sides, facing each other.
"What's wrong?" Hana asked. "Do you know him?"
I cleared my throat, realizing my mistake. "Erm... no. I don't know him. But I do know anybody named Aho sounds like a complete idiot," I concluded, hoping it was convincing enough.
Hana scoffed. "How do you know? He's sweet and kind... and he remembers all these tiny little details about me and every time it makes my heart flutter!" she detailed, her eyes practically sparkling.
"That just sounds creepy and obsessive to me," I snorted.
"Even so, everybody likes creepy and obsessive guys?" Hana insisted. I looked at her like she was insane and she laughed. "I'm serious! You can't deny it! I read this manga the other day with a yandere male lead—you would not believe how hot they can be!"
"Are you kidding me?" I laughed along. She was totally crazy... Okay... maybe not so crazy. Maybe she was a little right. But still. So, so crazy.
Our laughter died down and Hana looked at me sincerely. Her eyes were heavy and she looked tired. She yawned before turning her face into her pillow. Her muffled voice called from the pillow. "Goodnight, Jikan. I missed you so much," she murmured.
"I missed you too. More than you could know. I'm so glad you're safe," I whispered. But by the time I had responded, Hana had drifted off to sleep.
I sighed and turned onto my back, looking up at the ceiling. I hadn't realized how tired I had been until now, and my eyes felt pulled downwards, ready to rest.
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Whoops... I messed up the update order.
I always write a couple episodes ahead and I accidentally posted Chapter 35 instead of 34. Sorry if that confused anyone!
This is the real Chapter 34 and Chapter 35 will be posted shortly!
~littlesharpsword
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