Biological [BNHA] (DISCONTINUED)

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As usual, the small ravenette with slight blonde tips finishes her booklets of math, science and English that should be for at least children of two to three years above her age.

"Hey, Mommy? Where's Daddy today? ------ -chan wants to know!"

The sweet and innocent four-year old asks.

The older of the two gives her a sad look as she softly shakes her head of silky raven locks.

She replys, voice as soft as she can make it, keeping the guilt and sadness out of it.

"Daddy... he's on a mission that'll take a long time to complete, ok? It'll be okay, Mommy loves you a lot, don't forget that, ok? I'll be your hero instead yeah?" She tells her, but thinks 'the irony, I'll be your hero...'

The child pouts but nods, when suddenly the woman begins to tickle her.

As if on que, the child bursts into happy laughter as she squeals and squirms about.

After a small amount of time, the onslaught of tickles stops, and she pants before asking the usual question.

"Can ------ -chan practice her quirk again, Mommy?"

The mother, accustomed to the question, nods.

They pull on coats and head to the beach, where they both begin to run up and down the park together.

After an hour, the two stop, sitting on the soft sand as they struggle to breath.

"Can we work on our quirks now, Mommy?"

She asks, large doe eyes sparkling with anticipation.

The raven headed woman nods, steely grey eyes stuck to each movement as the child begins to concentrate on one of the large oak trees available.

On cue, the tree roots slowly lift, breaking through the surface before rapidly growing, creating what looks like an amateurs attempt at carving a rose statue out of a wood block of oddness.

"That's wonderful, darling! We just need to be faster, and make it more gorgeous than it already is!"

She cheers, causing her daughter to shout with her in glee too.

Then, the child sat down, across the woman as they assumed a meditating position.

Mist forms as their quirk activates, the natural moisture in the humid air intensifying and multiplying until the two could now barely sense one another's presence.

That is, until they release their quirks.

They laugh joyfully, as they return home.

As the child is tucked into bed, her mother kisses her pale forehead, shutting the bedroom door as she whispers 'Happy Birthday, ------ -chan...'

That's how a day of her life is- was until the little girl reached six years of age.

A/N- I've realized I made her kinda OP, so I'll edit it and change it so she isn't too OP/Mary-Sue -y... Basically her quirk is to control liquids. Do you know what her other quirk is? Wait, should she even have two quirks? Comment your thoughts! Ja ne~
[-31/6/2017]