Virtual Understanding (BnHA FanFic)

Chapter 2

When Toshi was nine, her most rememberable memories were of her brother. And for all the wrong reasons, too. Maybe he stuck to his word too much or maybe it was her fault for not noticing how much he pushed himself to live his dream. But that a cold night, all she could recall were the flashing red lights...

"––Kisami-nii...? What's wrong? ...AHHHHHHH!!! Mama!!! Papa!!! Nii-san, he's...!"

"––Excuse me?! My son is dying and you're telling me to 'please calm down'?! You ****––"

"––we have a patient in critical condition here. There was an accident and the boy lost control over his own quirk––"

"––It wasn't your fault, Hana. He wasn't putting so much stress on his own body and didn't say anything about it. None of us noticed until it was too late. We should be thankful that his recovery has an almost hundred per cent recovery rate... but his eyes... and leg..."

...and the back of a large white van with that plus (+) symbol painted in bright red carrying off with her brother in it and going far, far, far away. Just like movies.

"Ma," She mumbled into her mother's shirt, clutching tightly on the fabric, "What's w-wrong with Kisami-nii?"

The two adults shared a look across the room before her mother crouched down to the young girl's height, plastering on her best smile. "Sweetie, your brother... he's a little sick, that's all. They are taking him to the doctors so that he can better. Don't worry, he'll be back before you know it,"

"That's right," Her father added without missing a beat, "We'll visit him every day so he doesn't get lonely, okay?"

Toshi nodded once, "O-Okay,"

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"No matter what you do, you will never be able to become a hero. Kisami, I suggest you give up,"

Being told that you would fail no matter what you did by one of the (most potentially) best doctors in the entire goddamn world really has an impact on someone. Especially her brother, not only did his physical health plummet from a broken leg, Kisami dreams were completely destroyed.

And he never got better.

Sure, his physical health returned for the most part within a twelve-month period. All flesh wounds had faded to the point you'd hardly noticed them and even the cut on his eye was nothing but a scar, going diagonally across his eyelids through the vision had blurred to an extent. Kisami's leg had also majorly improved from the time he had gotten out of surgery, though he had to limp during long distances. Physically, the teenager was as good as it was gonna get but his mental health had deteriorated.

And as the days passed by, Toshi kept noticing those little details; his complexion had become a ghostly pale shade and his eyes seemed to have lost that glint in his eyes. Instead, he had these dulled and almost translucent pupils. Like he was hollow inside.

"Hey, Nii-san," Toshi would say every weekday at five o'clock in the evening, returning after a long day at school. Sometimes she'd be with her father, sometimes her mother and nine times out of ten she'd be the first home, the first to greet her brother who had locked himself in his room for two months straight. She'd settled down on his bed by the window and open her mouth, to saying something that would fill up the suffocating silence, "Today, I had Maths. We were learning long division but I already knew how to do it. When my teacher found out, he was very impressed. But it isn't much of a feat, is it? Haha..."