My Hero Academia: Unsaved

Chapter 1: Another Empty Chair

A single tear fell from my eye as I gripped the pillow on my bed. From the yellow light that irradiated from my desk lamp, you could see how the red fabric already showed signs of fraying, a sure sign of its abuse over the years. From the small window on the outer wall of my room, I could tell that night had fallen. Time always passed so slowly on the weekends. I suppose where most kids would dread Sunday evenings as they heralded a new school week, they were never a source of despair for me.

"Hey Kid!" I jolted from my thoughts as the yell echoed throughout the house.

I trudged down the stairs, landing in the living room, where my father, sitting on the worn brown leather couch, was deadpanned to the TV. "Get me a beer from the fridge." His volume lowered as I drew nearer, but the threatening coldness remained.

Without speaking a word, I went to the fridge and grabbed a bottle from the lower shelf. Due to the warm weather, the bottle instantly started to sweat in the palm of my hand. The wetness lingered even after I had delivered the drink to my father.

I went to wipe the moisture on my skirt when I felt a sudden intense pressure on my wrist. Looking down, I saw my father's hand, violently gripping my arm, preventing my escape.

"Don't you think... there's something else you can give me?"

I gritted my teeth and shut my eyes both in fear and disgust.

In a brief moment, I felt an intense heat rush to my palms, which was followed by a distinct slick substance coating them. I pressed my palm against the arm that held me in place, applying the slick substance to it. Not even seconds later his gripped lessoned on me, his whole body relaxing into a state of relief.

This was my curse. My quirk. The ability to create an almost completely euphoric drug that could be absorbed by the skin. I'm pretty sure she was the same as me. But... truthfully, I find it revolting, and I hate it with every fiber of my being, even if it is the last thing I have of her.

The urge to vomit grew as I trudged back up the stairs, into my room, my stomach churning in unease. As the moon continued to rise and darkness enveloped me, I clenched my fists so hard I thought I might bleed.

Sleep never came easily, and when it did, it was almost always a fitful patch of nightmares mixed with memories. Although, there wasn't much of a difference between the two. I lay in the darkness, watching the world turn from black, to a rich hew of reds and oranges.

With the sun making its grand entrance, I carelessly tied my hair up into a ponytail, throwing on a wrinkled and sloppy school uniform to match. Opening my bedroom door, I headed straight for the front door to grab my shoes.

Not two seconds before my feet touched the last step of the staircase did I hear his thick and angry voice.

"Why the hell don't we have any milk?! Why didn't you buy more?!" I glided into the kitchen, dissociated from reality.

"We ran out of grocery money yesterday." I said flatly, recalling the fact that he used the last of it to buy beer.

"What do you mean it's gone?! What did you spend it on?!"

I met his rage with a blank exterior. Turning slowly, I marched towards the front door. "I have to go to school."

His anger seemed to multiply. "You better hope I find a way to fix this before you get out!"

The door closed behind me, and I took in a deep quivering breath of the morning air. I insisted calmness upon myself as if that was the only thing I could do to protect myself. I let my mind fall blank, thinking of nothing but the warm spring wind on my cheeks.