Nezu's challenge! (Villain Rehab)

26: Gyro's Story

A/n: it gets dark in this chapter!

"I was..."

Gyro sighed.

"Small when I first got hit by my father."

The start, where it began; his father.

"I don't remember him loving me. My mother died while giving birth to me. Of course he blamed me for it, who wouldn't." Gyro's eyes were on the table in front of him as he looked for the next part of the story.
"I er..." Gyro licked his dry lips. "I dunno, I got bullied at school, of course. They all knew about my mother, and when I didn't show a quirk at six, the real bullying stared."
Gyro took a deep breath.

He hated this part.
The scars still lingered.
"When I was twelve I read about suicide. The idea stuck.
"Finally I snapped.
"I tried to kill myself."

Gyro pulled his sleeves down.

"It didn't work, I revived."

Hound Dog didn't say anything as Gyro stared down. There was more to the story. This wasn't the end. Would Gyro tell all of it?

"At first I didn't realise it was my quirk that saved me." Gyro smiled grimly, "And my dad did something I'd say is very much like him. He beat me up when he found the blood. He found the scars and send me off to some cheap therapist. He er... the therapist told me I was fine and just had to stop being dramatic...?"

Gyro stopped smiling. "So when I was thirteen I tried again. I felt bad, you know, when it didn't work and I had to clean it up again. This time the road was filled with blood, as was a train. My dad had me clean the train at night so I wouldn't be the nuisance that I am. Nobody knew about it except for him and me."

Gyro shook his head. "But no matter. I liked gaming a lot. The reason why I didn't commit immediately when the option presented itself was because I was playing this game— I wanted to finish it first.
"I figured my quirk must be something like that, like reviving in a game."

As Gyro licked his lips again he realised that must look stupid. He clenched his fist and recalled the next event.
"My dad found me with a knife in my hand just before I could test my theory."
Gyro frowned. "He told me to do it outside.
"He stopped paying for that therapist. Not that it mattered, I actually felt better without getting told my problems were nothing but a lack of sleep."
Glancing at the clock, it was way past the weakly minimum. Gyro wondered how long his pauses really were as he struggled with the story.
"When I actually got to testing it, I woke up after dying in a heroes arms. The hero dropped me off at a hospital, telling me that I shouldn't waste my life. He told me that I had a loving family, a good education and a promising future.
"I realised that that was the norm for many children. And that I didn't have it because of... ridiculous things. It wasn't really fair."

Gyro rubbed his hand over his face as he recalled that day.
"And instead of..." he smiled, "Instead of taking the easy way out, I told myself to just change. Long story short, only when it went wrong did I—" Gyro frowned, "Well, I mean, I tried my best to be good. I er..."

He looked at the clock again. We're his words making sense? What if he was talking bullshit all along?

Shaking his head, Gyro came clean. "I became a vigilante. I tried anyway. My dad had to be nosy. He tried drowning me after I found a way to sneak out of my room at night after that— but that's not why I ended up doing it.
"Before I killed that fucker, I needed a uhm..."
Gyro looked up at Hound Dog, "Let's just say I needed a little push. It took a lot to convince me to do it. What broke me... it was when my father finally spoke of my mother... the first time I heard him speak of her. He told me that I didn't deserve joining her in death."

Hound Dog stayed quiet once more.

Gyro stared down, wondering what to say. That was his story. His memories. His pain. The shit that made him so vulnerable he broke down in front of someone that could kill him in seconds, even with quirk suppressors.

"That's it," Gyro rubbed his nose, afraid he'd cry again, "It's sad, but that's all there is."

"Your emotions are valid, even if they could be irrational, you shouldn't have to ignore them like that." Hound Dog spoke up calmly. "Your father was wrong to treat you like that. Everyone was wrong in that story, but you were brave. I would call you a hero, but vigilante fits better, a damn good vigilante then."

Gyro smiled. "I tried my best. I mean, it's not easy."

"No," Hound Dog agreed, "We make it a point not to make it easy, we don't want civilians getting hurt like that."

"Yeah, it's rough," Gyro nodded lightly, "But it was nice, better than the villain thing. I liked being able to help out."

"You could become a hero," Hound Dog told Gyro, "The support course has spots open, you could help out in a lot of ways if that's what you want."

Gyro shrugged and said nothing.
It felt odd. His chest didn't feel much lighter.
Yet, he didn't feel as tired as before.
He didn't get random memories thrown in his head.
...It was good enough.