To Overthrow The Stars

Chapter Forty

Warning: cursing, season 7 spoilers.

1928 words.

Chapter forty!!! Wow! 👌👌👌👌👌👌

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As promised, my parents awaited me near the entrance of the school building at U.A., having taken up shelter here not long ago. My mom is crying already, a furious look on her face, and my dad is monotone, seemingly emotionless except for the hardness of his gaze. I walk up to them slowly, taking my time, but they already have their plan set in motion as I step in front of them, "Why didn't you tell us you were assigned to watching the hero course's progress?! We could have supported you!" My mother asks in a near yell, thankfully not drawing attention enough to cause a scene.

"What happened to pleasantries? Or maybe you'd crack a joke or two about how I'm doing." I glare up at my parents, rage boiling out of me through my words, "Unless you're yelling at me, you're always making some joke or another about my appearance or my actions. Is my life just a joke to you until I do something you deem wrong?! I saw you in the crowd of people who were yelling at Midoriya to leave... how can you be so rotten?"

"Don't you talk to your mother that way." My dad warns in a low, menacing tone. Luckily, I've dealt with a hell of a lot worse in my life on the dark side.

"I'm talking to both of you that way, thanks. Don't worry, I'm not leaving you out." I deadpan, shoving my hands in my pockets, "You both understand where I'm coming from of wanting to help others, so why can't you understand that I want to be a hero, huh?!" I ask, not waiting for an answer before I continue, "I'm not quirkless, I can take a hit and rise back up from it, and I'm not a useless hero wannabe, I'm actually putting in the effort! Something you guys always thought I was too lazy to do."

I take a deep breath, "Look, I know you don't agree with me, and please don't cut me off because that's rude." I point an accusing glare at my parents, "You never respected me enough to give me an opinion in a conversation before you came in and rebutted, especially on matters like when I got in trouble. Look, I love you guys, okay? I really do, but sheltering me from the real world and not allowing me to make mistakes so that I can learn and grow from them isn't the best way to raise me, I learned that from Aizawa-sensei."

My mom opens her mouth to speak but I cut her off, "Please just listen." She closes her mouth again, much to my surprise, "You know, I've met so many amazing people at this school. Jiro-chan, Todoroki-kun, Tsu-chan, Uraraka-chan, they're all my best friends. The Big Three Hado-senpai, Togata-senpai, Amajiki-senpai, they're all like my older siblings. Bakugo-san and Midoriya-san are like my other siblings." I swallow thickly, throat lined with tears that I'm choking back, "Eri-chan and Kota-chan are like my niece and nephew, FatGum-sensei like my uncle and Aizawa-sensei like my dad..."

I smile, a painful grin that stretches out my features, "I found a chosen family here, and I wouldn't change them for the world." I look down at my feet, scuffing my shoe on the sidewalk, "Look, I'm not joining in the final battle, I'm a support course student so my job is to supply the heroes with what they need." I look up at my parents, "But when they send you off to Shiketsu, I'm not joining you." I bow solemnly, "Thank you for meeting with me."

Then, I walk away, despite the fact that my mother begins to sob behind me. Don't look back, I tell myself, just keep moving forward.

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