Answering the Call (bnha/mha x hxh)

Chapter 2

Third Person POV

Hitoshi slowly twisted a simple chef's knife in his hands. It was large in his small hands, but he'd make do.

It had been easy enough to get his parents to tie themselves to chairs.

"Untie us this instant! You understand me boy?" His 'father' ordered.

Hitoshi had allowed his parents to freely voice their thoughts and move their heads, but their bodies didn't belong to them anymore. They belonged to Hitoshi.

Hitoshi stabbed the knife into the table separating him from his parents, "Now, why would I do that?"

"We have given you everything! You're nothing without us." Hitoshi's 'mother' screamed.

"Oh save me the speeches." Hitoshi stood, ripping the knife out of the table. "I was ever so sad when I lost the chance to do this the first time around. You two were killed before I had the chance to do it myself." He tapped the blade on the table, scratching it along the surface of the wood.

Before his parents had the chance to say another word he took what little control they had away. His power over their subconscious mind had taken away their ability to move. He allowed them the use of their conscious mind (to an extent) he wanted to see the fear in their eyes.

"As much as I'd like to drag this out, I figure a quicker approach will be more beneficial to any future plans I might have." Hitoshi hummed, "Ah! Here's an idea."

Hitoshi sliced through the ropes binding his parents to the chairs. "Mother dearest, why don't you pop a few too many of your pills back and kill yourself? Hmm?"

Having them commit suicide was boring for Hitoshi, but at least it wont easily be pinned back onto him. He'd be long gone by the time his parents were found. "Say Father, why don't you take a swan dive off the nearest skyscraper? And write a nice little goodbye note while you're at it."

Hitoshi watched in vile pleasure as his father comprised a suicide note. The sound of his mother's body thumping on the bathroom floor in the background was music to his ears.

He watched his father slip on his shoes and walk out the door. Hitoshi fingered his father's note.

Waste of space. I should've killed you when I had the chance.

Hitoshi chuckled, he folded the note and tucked it into his pocket. One last momento to remember his parents by.

He spared a glance at his mother, he couldn't feel her mind anymore. She was gone. Serves her right.

He could feel his father's mind disappear a few minutes later.

It was over. It had been almost too easy, not nearly satisfying enough.

It would've been risky to drag it out, but it would've been so much more fun.

Hitoshi was lucky enough that his father died before some hero could save him.

-+-

Hitoshi slumped against an alley wall. He was exhausted, he'd run as far as he could before his child body gave out. He had a backpack filled with the bare necessities slung over his shoulders. It wasn't very heavy, but his shoulders still felt the weight.

He'd have to train. It was pathetic that he got winded so easily.

Hitoshi let his backpack slip down onto the ground. He dug his fingers into his shoulders to relieve some of the tension.

He didn't entirely know where he was going, but fate had a funny way of making things turn out all right. So, Hitoshi reasoned, he would be perfectly fine.

Hitoshi's mind suddenly exploded with pain. He'd foolishly thought the prayers couldn't get any worse. He fell to his knees, clutching his head as if that would make it better.

The person praying felt incredibly close. All the others had a certain distance to them, they weren't painful on their own, but the ever increasing number of them caused relatively annoying headaches.

But this, Hitoshi could almost feel the person next to him. He gasped in relief when the pain abruptly stopped. He reasoned there was a reason there weren't many gods who wandered mortal plains. Alas the whole travelling thing was literally in his name.

Hitoshi's approach to becoming a god had simply been to accept it and not think about it too profoundly. It wasn't a problem if he treated the occurrence as commonplace. Sure, he needed to think about it to figure out the extent of his powers and abilities, but if he went about treating it like a second quirk he'd be fine.

Hitoshi slowly got up to his feet, bracing a hand against the alley wall. He wasn't foolish enough to think that was the end of it.

-+-

Touya Todoroki was alive. He wasn't sure he wanted to be.

His family believed him dead, and his father, the one person he wanted to impress, gave up on him.

He didn't know if he wanted to stay in a world where he wasn't wanted.

'I just... I just wanted to make him proud. If my own blood doesn't want me, does anyone? If only I could restart somewhere new, somewhere better. I wish-'

Touya's head snapped to the other end of the alley, someone was breathing, and quite heavily. He peeked around the dumpster he was hiding behind.

A child. A purple haired child knelt on the ground clutching his head.

'I wonder if that child also wants to escape this reality.' Touya shook his head, 'What a foolish thought, that isn't even possible.'

Touya leaned back against the alley wall, he had his own problems, there was no reason to help the kid.

But, try as he might, he couldn't just sit around and do nothing, his father had drilled heroism into him.

Touya stood up and stepped out from behind the dumpster.

"Hey, you alright?" Touya's voice was scratchy, underused, and probably a little burnt.

The kid stared at him. He didn't say anything. Touya became very aware of the fact that he probably didn't look very friendly. His exposed skin was irritated and peeling, his clothes were falling apart, and he just generally looked as though he'd been living on the streets for a few weeks.

The kid slowly nodded. Touya took that as a 'yes I'm ok'.

"What's your name?" Touya pressed.

"Zoldyck." The kid replied.

Touya assumed that was his family name. "Where are your parents?"

"Dead."

Touya froze, he felt bad for the kid. But at the same time, he also felt a certain kinship towards the child. His parents were dead to him after all.

"Do you have a place to stay?" Touya asked.

"Not yet."

"I've got a spot you can crash at for a bit, if you want?" Touya didn't, not really.

"No you don't."

Touya sighed, "Ok, so maybe I don't. But I'm sure I could find a place."

The kid stayed quiet. He grabbed his backpack and made his way to the entrance of the alley. He looked back at Touya, and tilted his head in a 'follow' motion.

Touya hesitated a moment before grabbing his meager belongings and following after the kid.

He wasn't sure where the kid was taking him, but at this point, anything was better than the alley he'd inhabited for the past few days.

Thoughts?

It probably wasn't a huge surprise that Dabi somehow jumped in here. Originally I was thinking Toga, but the timeline didn't quite line up.

I don't know an incredible amount of things about Dabi's backstory, so I'm re-writing it with Hitoshi.

Also, Villain Hitoshi is seeming very probable right now. How do we feel about this?