(Discontinued) MHA: You Erased My Pain V2 (Dadzawa) (2023 Remastered)

Volume 1 Chapter: 1 New Beginnings?

I grew up in an abusive household. I was born with mutant quirks that my parents didn't have. I was considered a freak. I thought my fate was sealed the night my parents were killed in a mugging. That's when the one who I now call my hero, saved me. The very one who rescued me from harm adopted me quite recently. He's a gentle soul in a world full of hypocrites, liars and murderers.

I'm not the only one who he took in from a bad situation. He adopted a boy named Hitoshi Shinso a few years before me. We are the same age and similar in height. He's serious and tired looking kinda like my foster father. It's a little hard to believe that they aren't biological father and son. He is bullied by his peers for having a villainous quirk, in my opinion I think it's very useful in information gathering. It's called brainwash. But I don't blame him, appearances and quirks can make people make assumptions about others. The concept of prejudice is twisted and disgusting.

He tells me that my quirks are cool but I don't think much of them. It's a huge strain on my body to have so many abilities. Sometimes I wished I had my brother's quirk instead. Can't we just trade places? He wants more power and I just want to have a normal life. I hate the attention from the media. Having cameras shoved in my face and asked personal questions sounds like hell on earth.

That's what my uncle deals with on the daily. His name is Hizashi Yamada but his hero name is Present Mic. He has more to do than most heroes. It's honestly impressive to have a podcast, be a teacher and a pro hero that goes patrolling on the weekends. I mean when does he sleep? And how does he have so much energy to scream all day and night? It's a genuine mystery.

He's a city guy and hates the idea of camping. Which means that my spider quirk freaks him out. So I tend to not use it around him. I really don't want to lose my hearing around him. His quirk can be activated accidentally whenever he's emotional or excited about something. He has hero support gear to help assist with his unstable quirk. Good thing, bleeding eardrum isn't very fun to experience.

Good thing my dad usually shuts him up with his own quirk called Erasure. His natural state is being tired as if he was a cat or something. He naps any chance he gets throughout the day. Honestly it's concerning that a person can sleep that much and still be just as tired as they were beforehand.

That aside he's a really good person and became the light to my darkness or is it the other way around? Anyways, he's supportive and protective over me as a proper father should. But sometimes I wonder what he's like as a teacher. I heard from my uncle that he's an entirely different person. I wonder what he's like if that's the case? I mean how different can he really be?

I head downstairs to eat dinner with everyone else. Lately I've been on edge thinking about the upcoming events. I'm taking the entrance exam for the famous Hero Academia U.A. highschool. It's where my uncle and father go to work.

I entered the kitchen only to see the food was already in bowls and resting on the counter. "What's up, bro?" "Sup, sis! How was your nap?" I yawned softly. "It was good and refreshing. Hey there, dad. I'm looking forward to eating your food again." He turned around drying his hands from washing the dishes. His gentle smile made my heart flutter. I sat down and they both joined me. They were on either side of me smiling happily in a very tired way. It seems like they are waiting for me to take the first bite. I've been waiting for this all week. Dad has been busy with work and patrolling. We've been eating takeout lately and to be honest. I'd rather eat a home cooked meal. His food is so delicious that it brings me to tears every single time. How can food taste so heavenly? He should have become a famous chef instead of an underground hero.

After our meal Shinso headed upstairs to go to sleep early. Which is very like him. But unlike me, no matter how much he sleeps. It doesn't do wonders for his appearance. He looks like an insomniac or a walking dead zombie. Which unfortunately for him. He gets a bad wrap from others.

I guess we three get a bad wrap from everyone. I guess that's why we accept each other so passively. We are all strange and different in our own way. Well now that I have my dad all to myself. I might as well ask him something that's been on my mind for a while.

I turn to face him. "Hey dad, I have a question for you, regarding school." His eyebrows raised in curiosity as he gave me his full attention. "Uncle Zashi said you are different at school than you are at home. Will you be different towards me?" He reached out and grabbed my hands gently. His eyes were filled with a hint of melancholy as he spoke up seriously. "Yes, I am. I don't play favorites in my classroom no matter what or who you are." I smile at his answer. That's what I was expecting. He does go by logic, practically, and efficiency. I'm the same way. He's the one who raised me to be that way. "Good, I was just making sure." He looked at me confused. "What? If you knew the answer I was going to give. Then why did you ask?" I laughed slightly,"I don't want to be special at school. I want to be treated like everyone else. It's more special to be treated like this at home, I have you all to myself." He chuckled softly at my response. "You are more like me everyday that pases. I don't know if I should feel honored or concerned." We both laugh. I punched his right shoulder playfully and said with a small shine in my eyes,"You should be proud of yourself, dad. There should be more people like us in the world. Just imagine how much our race and world would evolve for the better. All of our society's problems aren't logical and practical. If everyone thought how you did, then maybe mutated quirk users wouldn't get such a bad wrap." He looked at me surprised. "Plus heroes would be less full of themselves and actually focus on helping others." I retracted my hands and hopped down from the stool. "Sooo, what are you called at school? Your hero name or your last name?" He pivoted to face me. "Mr. Aizawa. You are more talkative than me, you are more like Zashi. Now that's concerning." He was really serious looking for a few seconds. "Oh no, he's infected me with his charismatic attitude!" We both laughed amused again. "I'm looking forward to seeing what you are like at school." He chuckled deeply as he grinned widely,"It's not that fun, trust me." "Oooh I just got chills." He looked at me playfully. "Yeah? Does my smile make me tremble?" "Just a little bit in excitement." He scoffed annoyed. "I was trying to scare you." "It doesn't work on me. I'm like you remember?" He sighed softly. "That's right, you are like me."

I gesture to the couch. "Let's watch something on TV. I want to talk more about your alter ego." He grumbled deeply annoyed. "Trust me, it's not something to look forward to. I'm rough and calloused." "Oooh, sounds like fun." "Jade, seriously. I'm not gentle or anything remotely to the word of kind." "That sounds kinda crazy to imagine. You are nothing but a teddy bear with grumpiness issues." He stood up from sitting down and picked me up from the ground. "You want to run that by me again?" "You heard me dad." I stuck my tongue at him. "You are such a pain." "But love me for it. If I'm not then who's going to make your blood boil?" He set me down and exhaled deeply as he gripped onto the bridge of his nose. "Come on dad, look at me and say that you are mad." He opened his eyes and I was doing puppy dog eyes.

He sighed and then hunched over and booped my nose. "How can I be mad at a cutie like you, dammit why do you have to be so adorable?" I can't help but giggle and smile widely. "I can't help it I was born this way." He chuckled deeply,"Indeed. You got me there." I grabbed his hand and pulled him to the couch. "Come on." I let go of his hand and sat down on the couch in a criss-cross sitting position. He sat down next to me with the remote in his left hand. "What do you want to watch?" I leaned up against his arm and he put his arm around my neck. He grabbed my shoulder softly. His touch was comforting. The feeling of him breathing calmed my own heart rate down. "A horror movie?" "You really aren't like anyone your age, I swear. It's like you enjoy the thrill of danger." "And so what if I do? Are you going to punish me for acting reckless in class?" I looked up into his endless black eyes. He grimaced slightly at my rebellious words. "You are the worst." "Nah, I'm the best!" "I'm not so sure." "Awww, come on!" "Heh, well maybe you are... But I'm still not sure." " Now you are the worst!" "Yeah, I am." "Hmph." He chuckled deeply and then selected a scary movie at random.

To be continued…