𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐢𝐝𝐥𝐲 𝐩𝐞𝐞𝐤𝐞𝐝 into the living room, she fiddled with her fingers. Her mother was hanging over a table, her looks were roughened up and dirtied up.
She walked over slowly and weakly, tucking a strand of messy h/c hair behind her ear. She was aware not to wake her father up who was sleeping, alcohol in his hand.
"Ka-san. ." She muttered, her voice suffocating from the lack of water and food.
Her mother irked, her back still facing her. "The fucking hell you want (Y/N)? Don't you see I'm doing something fucking important, quirkless bitch?"
(Y/N) looked at the ground shamefully, her nails digging into her palm. "I-I sorry. . I wanted-"
"The fuck you want now?! You keep asking for all of these things like a fucking spoiled brat." Her mother spat out. "Just wait, let me take a fucking hit."
The four year old frowned, getting on her knees and crawling to the woman. She sat beside her mother, ignoring the white power on the table that her mother snorted up.
"Um. ." (Y/N) bit her lip, she wasn't good with words. "G-Gummy needs milks and d-diapers. . new ones. ."
Her mother scoffed. "What's with you fucking piece of shits always wanting things?! We're fucking low on money and you're here asking for fucking useless things?!"
"I sorr-"
"No, not the fucking 'I s-s-s-sorry' bullshit. You're such a fucking quirkless brat!" Her mother scowled, hitting her head with the back of her hand. "I should've fucking gave you to your Uncle Kai if you were going to be like this! I need fucking more money to buy. . I HATE YOU!"
(Y/N) frowned again, rubbing her head. She didn't want to be spoiled. Or a brat. . she just wanted her little brother to be cared for.
Does that mean she'll have to steal again? She doesn't like stealing. . it makes people sad and mad and it makes her feel sad.
"Ka-san. . I sorry-"
Someone grabbed her by her h/c hair, throwing her across the room. She groaned, her entire back making harsh contact at the splintered wall.
Small little tears threatened her eyes but she held it in, biting her lip. Some of her scalp was bleeding along with her arms. Bruises most likely as well.
She looked up and saw a man with greasy h/c hair and scolding e/c eyes. His dark red cheeks are permanently tattooed on his cheeks due to alcohol. He seethed with much anger, hate.
"WHY THE HELL DID YOU WAKE ME UP, QUIRKLESS RAT?!" He screamed at the top of his lungs, throwing a glass of whiskey towards her way.
It barely missed by an inch as she ducked down and covered her bleeding head. She softened her eyes, she didn't want her parents to get mad at her.
"I sorry, Oto-san. ." She mumbled, her voice cracked.
He cocked his head at her, his eyes dilating. "Sorry doesn't fucking cut it." He walked over to her, grabbing her neck and holding up against the wall. "SORRY DOESN'T FUCKING CUT IT YOU QUIRKLESS WASTE OF SPACE! I WISH YOU WERE NEVER BORN AND NO MATTER HOW MANY TIMES I BEG GOD TO TAKE YOUR LIFE, I DON'T EVEN BELIEVE HE'S REAL AT THIS POINT!"
(Y/N)'s lip quivered as her eyes were clenched. She didn't want their love. . she wanted her little brother to have it. Why can't they understand that?
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(Y/N) immediately opened her eyes, feeling herself falling. Dirt in her face and rocks scraping her elbows. The hell is going on?
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FanfictionA teenage girl owned by Hero Public Safety Commission, a prisoner really. Her only friend who is just as trapped as she is. She was raised to be a weapon. To have no feelings. To have no dreams. To have no choices. But what happens when she is given...
