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

Another hit and a miss...

Tadashi's POV:

I woke up in my comfy ass bed, and the soreness from training hit me. It was minimal because I barely got trained yesterday. But I did push my limits.

 I sighed and for some reason, it came out shaky, I began thinking of my life up until now. It was all so complicated. It made no sense to me. Or why it had to happen. Why would Mom hate me like she did? I don't see why she would hate him. Maybe because he's why she got pregnant, to begin with? But they are both responsible... 

I wiped the tiny tears. I barely remembered the Nice Mom before my quirk. I never asked to be in this world so why was I hated for it?? I tried to wipe the tears but they were becoming too much and wouldn't stop no matter how hard I tried. A tiny sob escaped my mouth.

I never asked to be born... if she hated Dad that much then why the hell didn't she abort me?! Was it my blonde hair? Blue eyes? My quirk? Did she want me to resemble her more? Was I too much of a reminder of why she quit?!!

I brought my knees to my chest and I gave up on trying to wipe the tears, I felt the tears fall on my knees but I didn't care.

My shoulders shook as memories of the beatings and yellings about how terrible I was for resembling my Father more. I couldn't control that though. And it made my heart ache. The bruises and panic attacks I suffered alone for all those years. The forced to clean and cook, and it was all starting to build up. I had always thought and convinced myself that it didn't bother me. But I was wrong. It hurt to think about it.

Why would I care what Mom thinks thought? She's gone... because of me. It's my fault she killed herself. So... what if I never existed to begin with? She'd probably still be in the field. Happy. Living her life to the fullest. Without me.

My shaking increased, so did my sobs, I couldn't control it so I tried to muffle it, but to no avail. The door to my bedroom slammed open, I ignored it though. To deep into my breakdown.

I felt and strong pair of arms wrap around me. Running their fingers through my hair, with one of their arms. They were warm so I leaned into them. My shaking and sobs calmed but my tears didn't. 

"What's wrong, Tadashi?" Dad whispered running his finger through my hair.

"I-it's my f-fault...s'did i-t b-because of me..." I stuttered with hiccups happening in between.

"Did what?" 

I took a deep shaky breath before responding, "S-she..." I stopped, I told them she left right? I never told them she killed her self and then hid a fucking body. 

"I-if I tell you... you can't f-freak out..." I looked up, he raised an eyebrow, "Tadashi, what happened?"

"Sh-she uhm... killed h-herself... I know why... And I h-hid the b-b-body with my quirk..." I mumbled avoiding eye contact. I heard him gasp, it took him a minute to respond before speaking, "Okay... and how did you do that? And why did she end herself...?"

"Uhm, I made the ground into liquid and put her body in it then... then I reformed the ground... And, she did it because of me. I know she did... she hated me t-that much..." I leaned into him again, and he was still running his fingers through my hair.

"Ya'know we have to report this right?"

I nodded, "I'm not getting in trouble am I?"

"Depends... You didn't kill her but you did cover her death," I nodded again and took a deep breath, rubbing my eyes.

"So, you were blaming yourself?" He asked softly, "Y-yeah... and I was thinking about if I was never born-" The arm around me tightened and the other wrapped around me, "Don't finish that sentence," His voice was shaky, "Why? It's-"

"No. Sure, I've never been there most your life, but we never knew about each other. But now... I can't imagine my life without you, my daughter. I want to make up the time we lost together. You aren't alone..." He interrupted me, hugging me tighter, tears filled my eyes. I've never heard someone say they actually wanted me. It made my heart turn in different ways. 

I cried into his chest hugging him back.

"T-thank you... dad..." I mumbled the last part but I think he heard. He chuckled and I heard him whisper 'dad' in shock. 

We stayed like that for awhile.

***

A few days have passed since that incident. I and Dad have grown closer, and one sorta rare occasions I get comfortable enough to call him dad. Which he seems delighted about. He also calls me Dashi. I only had the sweet old lady and the new employee call me that.

The same day of the incident we went to Gym Gamma to train again. I picked it up really well and worked hard. It was fun going against Present Mic. Near the end of the training I was able to body slam him over my shoulder and into the ground. Which was hilarious.

Eraserhead taught me most of the time though. He made sure I understood everything that came with close-combat and quirkless fighting. Of course I lost against him severely, but I was just getting started and he reminded me of that. 

Needless to say training was going well. And I could feel my improvement already. Nezu explained the exams and stuff, though he told me that I'd have to find out what the practical had in tow, that was okay. I could be patient.

The ninth month was almost over, but I knew the months would fly with the busy schedule. Mirko was already taking rights to take me to the mall for the first time, which was declined by Midnight. It made me laugh and feel warm inside that people wanted to spend time with me. 

I was beginning to warm to this new life. No longer afraid that they'll let me down. They felt like a big family, even Eraserhead. He loved having me around and he knew it. He just always denied it... with a smirk on his face.

I also made friends with the maids and servants working at the house and Dad's agency. I had only met a few from his agency because I had never gone over there before. I think it's in Tokyo right? Eh anyway Dad said once Im officially into UA he'll take me there an introduce me to his sidekicks. I was hyped for it.

I started analyzing things during training. Things like- how to use your quirk and when it's necessary to use your quirk, techniques, weaknesses and other stuff. It was fun, jotting things down in a notebook. But I mostly just remembered it, since I have an amazing memory. What's that called? Like photographic memory or something?

Oh and the bathroom connected to my room and BEAUTIFUL. It was so relaxing to get into the bath that had jets.

Like Dad promised he got me a box of bandade's for my nose, they were cute to, not like those gross brown ones. I don't cover the scar at home, only when I leave the house. For training and stuff.

The days went by quickly and peacefully. 

I was really lucky.

Im glad a building collapsed with me in it.

Wait that doesn't sound right-

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