herrsher of destruction x trio honkai girls(male reader x delta) HIATUS

chapter 5: departure

In the midst of his unconscious state, Y/n found himself engulfed in darkness. The void was silent, almost suffocating in its emptiness. Suddenly, the blackness around him shifted, and he was no longer alone. He was back in a familiar place, a place he had tried so hard to forget. His memory recalled the day his father abandoned him in the principal's office eight years ago.

It was the day his father had abandoned him in the principal's office eight years ago. Y/n stood there, a small, frightened boy clutching his fist together,His father's words echoed in his mind with a piercing clarity, cutting through the silence of the memory.

Y/n's Father: It's because of you... Your mother died giving birth to you. You're cursed, boy. Stay away from me.

Y/n's younger self trembled, tears welling up in his eyes as he relived the pain of rejection and abandonment. His father's harsh words had left scars that ran deep, wounds that still bled even after all these years.

Young Y/n: Dad, please... Don't leave me here... I'm sorry about Mom... I didn't mean for her to... to...

His words choked in his throat, overwhelmed by grief and confusion. He couldn't understand why his father blamed him for something he didn't understand. His mother had died giving birth to him, a fact he had known but never fully comprehended until that moment.

Y/n's Father: Enough! You're cursed, boy. You bring nothing but pain and suffering. I can't be burdened with you any longer.

As Y/n's father walked away, leaving him abandoned in the principal's office, Y/n's small hand reached out involuntarily, desperately grasping for the retreating figure that represented his last tether to family. But his father didn't turn back, didn't acknowledge his outstretched arm, leaving Y/n to confront the cold reality of his loneliness.

Young Y/n: Dad, please...

His voice cracked with the weight of abandonment as tears streamed down his cheeks, his fingers curling into fists in a futile attempt to hold onto something tangible. The office around him blurred, the sterile surroundings fading into an abyss of despair.

And then, as abruptly as the memory had overtaken him, the scene shifted. Y/n found himself in a different place, a place that was still etched with shadows of loneliness but tinged with a glimmer of hope. Before him stood Cocolia, her presence a beacon of reassurance in the darkness that had threatened to consume him.

Years had passed since that devastating day in the principal's office. Y/n had found solace and purpose under Cocolia's guidance at the orphanage. She had taken him in, taught him to control his formidable telekinetic powers, and offered him the familial warmth he had long yearned for.

Young Y/n stood in the dimly lit room of the research facility, his gaze fixed on a small object floating mid-air before him. It was a fragile trinket, delicately suspended by his telekinetic powers-a feat he had once thought impossible. Beads of sweat formed on his brow as he concentrated, his mind a whirlwind of focus and determination.

Memories flooded his mind-memories of countless hours spent honing his telekinetic abilities under Cocolia's patient guidance. He remembered the early days, when even the simplest tasks felt like monumental challenges. The fear of losing control, of inadvertently causing destruction, had weighed heavily on him then. But Cocolia had never wavered in her belief in him.

As Y/n recalled a conversation he had with Cocolia when he was younger, Cocolia stood with a measuring tape in hand, her look a mix of amusement and frustration as she regarded Y/n, who was shifting uneasily from foot to foot. He had become accustomed to the pattern of these measurements, but each time, his unpredictable abilities made the task difficult.