BNHA Storybook Collection

Voices (OC)

I never knew what my voice sounded like. There were so many possibilities, all of which could've been real. But even those ideas were mere thoughts, once reality kicks in to remind me I was mute.

The world never interested me, nor did others telling me about the wonders in it. My parents didn't care either, so I just followed them along.

"Tsudan. Did you recieve your report card?"

Nod.

"Have you been learning all your latest topics?"

Keep nodding.

"You're not to leave the house unless we tell you to."

All they wanted was for me to nod. I was treated by Mr. and Ms. Dogra like a glass puppet. Yet with a Quirk like mine, they forced me to learn. To study. To graduate. Just giving me my freedom was not possible.

Homeroom teachers. Internet courses. Even the suggestion of creating a "special" course at U.A. Because I could read people's minds, they saw me as their golden ticket. Never left alone. Never given peace.

But what did a future give me when all the colors left were black and white. Everyday the same colors, in the same places at the same time of day.

For me, all of them were simply a million shades of grey.

Nobody knew of it, though. My parents just wanted their role model puppet, not an actual child. I never had an actual voice, yet they wanted to take my other one.

The day was still burned into my mind like it didn't happen many years ago. How I sat in the familiar luxury couch, feeling my sleek, thin and week body just frozen there, eyes set forward behind my pair of glasses.

"Tsudan. You know how we value your education over everything, right?"

Nod.

"Well, there's been an offer from U.A. that we recieved a week ago. They offered you a scholarship for one of their hero courses, as long as you'd keep scoring high."

...Nod.

"We rejected their offer. For your own good."

...

I couldn't remember much after that. The last things in my mind to that was how my tears stained the pillow that was switched every week.

They took away the future I could've grasped without giving me a chance. For my good, they said. Sometimes I wish those words were honest, that they actually cared for me.

Sometimes I wish I didn't use my Quirk that night just to find the opposite.

Both my voices were silenced. Or rather, I never had either of them. Yet that night, for the first time there was a color that pierced my monotone world.

Red.

All this anger. This agony. This hatred. Hatred. HATRED-

They kept my only voice. Held it under lock and key, ensuring I would never try to grasp it or break out. Yet some things boiled in my mind.

'If they refuse to give it back, I'll give myself one.' Grab my laptop. Turn it on under the guise of darkness, log in and be active on forums. Rinse and repeat. For Tsudan Dogra, the world was an unknown phenonema.

For "Onsei", the millions of messages and discussions were her world. She could finally talk, share her thoughts, be a part of something bigger. The shackles of her life didn't reach far enough.

Heroes. Villains. Incidents. Upcoming stars on the scene. With a few button presses she had learned more about the things around her than before.

But even her existence was found out, shattered and thrown out a 3rd floor window when reality finally caught up. When I couldn't be "Onsei" anymore, but Tsudan.