Tw: mentions of neglect, abandonment, semi abuse, depression? Brief mention of death.
For as long as he could could remember or what he could remember. His parents were forced to marry at a young age and quickly conceive a child. They both had fire-based quirks, which were rare and valuable.
So, the government offered money to fire quirk users in exchange for passing down their quirks to their child.
As more and more pyro users were born, the government realized the potential danger that came with these quirks. There were house fires, forest fires, and other forms of destruction, especially when the users were emotional and unable to control their powers.
To combat this, the demand for fire snuffing quirks skyrocketed, but even then, many families with fire-based quirks struggled with emotional control issues. He was born into this world, with parents who couldn't express themselves without causing collateral damage.
If anything they were more like siblings than parents, holding the hearts of children yet pressured to be adults per society's request.
As a result to such pressure their mental state crumbled and slipped through their fingers.
His mother would stare at him with this blank expression, eyes bags under her eyes, hair tossed and unkept, her skin sickly from the lack of sun.
He demanded attention, whining to get a taste of it anything. All affection she displayed was fake and he knew the difference from fake to real.
His father was a shut in, (Name)'s birth seen as thorn in his side, stopping him from pursuing his dreams that he studied his entire life for.
A husk of hopeless dreams.
His mother called him 'diamond child' her little diamond. The term spoken with a flatness, cold at most.
His father called him 'child'. It was underwhelming, this gentle ache in his chest seemed to grow the more he aged.
The day he was supposed to get his quirk was a disaster. His parents waited five long years so they can just leave and start somewhere new.
His quirk was a no show...he remembers his mother wailing on her knees and his father slamming a fist against the table, making him flinch at the loudness.
"It's okay...I don't need a quirk to be happ-" he falls silent at the towering figure of his mother who stared down at him with a look he couldn't decipher , nails in his shoulders and shook him back and forth.
"You worthless child! Worthless child! I gave you everything and this how you repay my generosity!"
She wailed not wanting to bear another child for the sake of the government.
Tears rolled down her cheeks and this father didn't dare look at him. So maybe it was just an episode and they'll be better in the morning.
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"Meemaw!" He hugs the woman, who pinched his cheeks, before looking at his parents, whom had devastated look.
Looking up at he parents he waved them farewell used to being left at his grandparents home over the summer.
Like every summer, he's had fun bonding and spending time with his grandparents. All laughs and smiles and contacts his parents.
Contact with them has always been slow...so slow until this year, they were non existent. He'll beg to call his parents, yet when ringing them up he'll get a dial tone. He's never thought much of it.
Then summer became fall, his parent were supposed to pick him up.
Never showed up.
He cried until winter, his grandparents didn't know how to console his poor soul.
"Is it because I don't have quirk..." his whimpers were painful to hear, echoing through the hollow walls of this creaking house.
"Mama...called me... a worthless child...I'm worthless..."
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Years pass, there were no more tears to cry, no more sobs to be heard.
His grandmother pinched his cheek, making him blink as he stares at the stone in front of him holding his grandfather's name.
"I'm sorry"
His grandmother clicked her tongue, brushing off his apology with the wave, wrinkly hand grabbing his pulling him away from the stone.
"Don't go on apologizing ya hear...your grandfather would never forgive you if you moped about this"
"Right, I'm sorry"
"Stop talking"
"Sorry"
"Hush child"
"Yes.."
"I'm thinking Miso ramen tonight, I'll even make your favorite side dish"
Looking at the back of his grandmother's head, he only hummed in agreement, clenched fist in his pocket.
"ɪ'ᴅ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ... "
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I...um got the milk? (MidoFaRe FANFIC)
Hayran Kurgu"you're a fool that's what you are" "Then...THEN YOU ARE TOO, WE'RE BOTH FOOLS"
