My Therapy Academia (OC x MHA/All Might)

(2) No, I'm Not Perfect

     It's with regret that I admit I used to bully my sister when we were kids. I had no clue how to handle my aggression; who to blame for the hurt I felt inside.

     There are many variations of people marrying for power. A quirk marriage is a new branch of this, but loveless marriages are far from new. My parents, for instance. They married for money's sake. And though the two always had a deep respect for one another, there was no love in our home.

     I'd just been confirmed quirkless and already my mother was pregnant with another child. I felt like there was something wrong with me. "Surely, the chances of having two children without meta abilities are low." They would say to one another. They would giggle and dream about a world in which this new child grew to bring them great wealth. I'd been all but tossed aside. Useless in their eyes.

     I was five when she was born. I was so much bigger. So much stronger. Even though her abilities hadn't been confirmed yet, she was treated as some kind of savior to our family. She was given attention and care I couldn't even remember for myself.

     And in the absence of love, there grew my hate.

     It was rarely ever physical assaults. I did shove or slap my sister away from time to time. But, for the most part, my bullying was verbal and neglectful. I never wanted to play with her, never gave her any attention, always shoved her out of my life and demanded she leave me alone. Sometimes I'd even go out of my way to insult the child and yell at her. Everything she did was annoying. Everything she said reminded me of what I lacked. All she had to do was look at me and I'd be filled with rage. Her mere presence brought me a writhing, squeezing anguish. She was everything I wasn't and more.

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     And then she just had to go and develop a quirk. For years, I'd been hoping that she'd turn out to be quirkless like me. That finally my parents wouldn't have a reason to coddle and care for the child. I hoped that she would wind up abandoned by them.. just like me. Then, I could finally rub it in her face that she's nothing special.

     But she was. She was everything her parents wanted and more.

     My behavior was getting so out of hand that I wasn't making any friends at school. I didn't care about following the rules and authority figures were just annoying inconveniences in my eyes. At this rate, I was on track to becoming a delinquent for sure.

     So, I could never blame my parents 100% for shipping me off to boarding schools. Yes, they needed me to be of use to them in some way. And yes, they simply didn't want me creating a bad reputation for their family. But, had they done nothing, chances were I would have turned out a terrible human being.

     This was how I became such a great therapist. I always knew how easy it was to slip down the wrong path.

     But, before that point. Word had just gotten out that my sister had an ice quirk. The whole family had gathered to celebrate. Meanwhile, I was outside, alone, trying to process how I should go about reacting to this.

     There was fear in me. After all, I could no longer expect to get away with bullying the girl anymore. She could so easily strike back, even kill me on accident. But then what was I supposed to do?? How was I supposed to treat her?? I couldn't just bend the knee. Not to her!! That would be like admitting my parents were right to mistreat me all along! I couldn't have that!

     Standing by the pond, I threw rocks into the water out of boredom, just to see how far I could throw. I was out there doing that for who knows how long? The sun was threatening to set by the time anything changed.