⚡️ Holding On By A Thread ⚡️"Best Jeanist's secret love child"

Prologue

No one's POV:
Tadashi had always been steering her own boat ever since she made sense that no one would do it for her.

She hummed her own tune and threaded her own threads.

She had grown used to the idea of being alone at a young age. She fended for herself. Even got a job when she was old enough.

But why? It was because of her despicable mother. Her mother used to care, used to cook, used to be all motherly like. She even used to be a hero.
But once Tadashi got her quirk, that all ended.

It was to similar to Tadashi's father's quirk for her Mothers liking. Tadashi can't even remember her original first name. She knows she had one. Her mother nicknamed it all the time. But again, after she got her quirk, that all changed.

So once old enough she named herself. Tadashi. She never knew her last name, her mother forbidden it highly. Not wanting any ties with her 'disgrace' of her daughter.

And the older her daughter grew, the more she warmed to that. She didn't want any ties to her mother either. So it was a win win.

She never knew her father either. Her mother gave no explanation, not even the 'he left because of you' bit. Nothing.

It bothered her slightly. Key word, slightly. It didn't really matter to her, if he was the reason why her mother hated her herself, why should she want to meet him?

She didn't look like her mother either, only thing resembling her mother was the freckles, and even that was off. Her mother had barely any, she had a TON. Scattered all over her body.

Stated earlier, she fended for herself. Went to work, paid all the pills, for grocieries, and even cooked and did there laundry, her mother was practically living rent free. Doing nothing to contribute.

So when she came home from a night shift at 2 in the morning, and found her mother's lifeless body in the apartment kitchen in a puddle of her own blood, she wasn't shocked or sad.
Her mother had taken her own life, not even leaving a little note as a goodbye with insults. Nothing.

At least her efforts of cleaning finally wouldn't be ruined.
Tadashi used her quirk to burry her mother's body, making sure no one could find it. She went back to the apartment and cleaned the smudged blood. She scrubbed forever.

Now she was just an eighth grade student living alone. Kinda hard to believe for some, but she didn't mind. She was free of the biggest nuisance of her life.

She could finally live in a semi-normal home. Her made her giddy! No more insults thrown at her for being more like her unknown father! No more beatings for being useless! In her eyes, her mother taking her life was the best thing that could've happened to her.

It sounded harsh. But in reality it wasn't. Her mother was harsh. So it was fine to want her gone. And now that she was. She could breathe without a glass bottle being thrown at her head.

In case you're wondering, her father was non other than Best Jeanist, unknown to Tadashi. And vice versa.

Her mother had never told Tsunagu that he had a child. Though she was more than positive he would've done his best to be a father figure, her mother kept it a secret when she found out she was pregnant and dropped out of the field. Then Tadashi turned four...

Her mother's behavior changed as stated. Tadashi's quirk was only similar to her father's, not exactly like it, it was much more complex. But she never knew where the 'fabric' part of her quirk came from. Assuming that's just was god gave her.

Her mother never specified what it was in her quirk that made her hate her own daughter. It made Tadashi ponder late at night or at the counter on shift when things were slow.

All she knew was that she resembled her father to much, from looks, to quirk, both woman had grown to hate it. Both for different reasons obviously. Tadashi's was that, sure she was happy she never resembled her mother, grateful, but if no one knew any better you wouldn't know she was her mothers daughter, her mother had brown eyes, mini freckles that don't match Tadashi's own army, dark black hair, tan skin, and short and plump.

Nothing like Tadashi, slim figure, lash blonde hair, fire blue eyes, an army of freckles, semi tall, and pale. Very pale.

So she was alone in the department. But that meant she was unique in her way. She was her own person since she never planned to meet her father.

A person with a unique quirk and look, she learned to love herself more after her mother's death, cleaning up the apartment making it look normal, she felt normal. If felt right.

Remember the part where she never planned to meet her father?

Let's just say nothing everything goes as planned...

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