If I Had One Wish

Chapter Sixty Seven

Chapter Sixty Seven - Delusions of Grandeur 

delusion

di-ˈlü-zhən

NOUN

something that is falsely or delusively believed or propagated

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The mind of Mazaki Leiko was a disruptive, delusional one. Much like her family, she was stubborn but not in the endearing manner of Katsuki Bakugou and his mother Mitsuki.

Mazaki had never really been romantically developed in her youth, despite her beauty. She'd paled in light of her sister, Mitsuki, who she looked up to with splendor. Mitsuki was the prettier one, she'd always say, with her spiky hair and smooth pale skin that never blemished; aided from a quirk that was far better than her own. Her eyes were a brighter red that shone pink in the sun and her expressions varied prettily with an array of emotion that could be read within the tiniest shift of her sharp brows or siren shaped eyes.

She'd loved her. She'd follow Mitsuki around like that of a lost puppy, their parents at the time not seeing the problem with it. Mazaki was always a touchy child, after all, so cupping her sister's cheeks and giving her the occasional kisses even as they grew old was nothing to bat an eye to. This affection had started innocently, after all. This was familial love, at the time. Until Mitsuki had started getting eyes from the other boys and even girls in their school, getting asked out every other week when in their teens.

"It's so silly, Mazi, I don't get those idiots." Mitsuki had laughed, propping a volleyball on her hip during gym, waving her hand as she spoke. She'd loved that nickname, growing to miss when she'd call her that as they grew older. "It's like I grew a pair of tits and suddenly everyone wants to take me out, it's so superficial, there's nothing you should worry about."

But she did worry, possessive protection turning into controlling as she held her sister back over the years with promises of affection and it being for her own good. "I don't like that you give them the time of day, Mitsuki."

"Oh, come on, it's not that big of a deal, it's just one date. Why won't you just let me live!" Mitsuki had screamed in her room around eighteen. "You're not my mom!"

"I am your sister Mitsuki, if we have each other everything will be okay. You need to trust me. All men do is lie." She held her wrist, eyes scanning her siblings face. Mazaki had been burned by the affection of men before, leading to heart break multiple times in her life. The infidelity of their father, lack of proper affection with the man at work and the only sexual desire from her recent boyfriend who cared less about her opinion and more about stuffing his hand up her shirt. She'd been through the ringer, call it bad luck or horrid taste in men. She ignored the red flags.

Mitsuki was dolled up, in her tight red dress that barely got to mid thigh with the sweetheart neckline. Her makeup had taken at least an hour to get right and she already had heels on, tugging to get out. "No! I've trusted my whole life, you need to let me go." She jerked her arm out and stomped off. "Ugh, Mazaki, seriously you treat me like a girlfriend not a sister." She'd mumbled as a retort, one last blow in the hopes to embarrass her.

Of course this didn't have the desired effect she had thought. Mazaki, shocked, had watched her go. Watching the sway of her hips and the golden sheen to her hair, body slender and hourglass shaped unlike her own which took after their father and was more angular and tall.

She just wanted to covet her beauty, care for it, shelter it.

Over the years she'd learn to leave her sister be, as they grew up alongside each other more like equals, despite rowing further apart.