How Ironic

"Mum, look! It's that kid from across the road! What happened to his face?" A small child tugged on his mothers floral skirt, pointing at the purple haired boy putting cups of instant noodles into his shopping basket.

His face was covered in bruises and his body plastered with bandages. "Shh! Don't be rude!" His mother hushed, pulling her child close to her. He tilted his head, flashing innocent adorable eyes up at his mother.

"He probably got into a fight at school. Don't be like him when you're older ok?"  This wasn't the first time a parent used him as an example of what not to do.

At a very young age, Shinso learnt that people were ruthless, and would break you the second you let your guard down. Due to certain incidents in the past, he began to put up walls around his heart, pushing people away. Not that he needed to.

Everywhere he went, people labeled him as a villain with a quirk to match, and would either stay away from him or torment him. He had already excepted his fate as one who would forever be alone. And he was fine with that.

Shinso's POV:

"That'll be 1756 Yen." The cashier glared as he took my money, shoving my change in my hand. 'What an asshole.' Grabbing the bags of instant noodles, vegetables, and other house necessities, I made my way home.

It was quite nice, the silence was calming as I was left alone to my thought. The occasional child running down the street of my neighborhood to the skate park. The breeze brushed against my arms sending a slight shiver down my spine causing me to pick up pace with my house in sight.

I was nearly there when I came to a halt, seeing a car parked in the driveway. 'Shit. I thought he wasn't supposed to be home for another hour.' Cautiously, I approached my house, opening the door quietly, before I felt a sharp pain on my head.
Red now covered my vision.

"Where the hell were you?" I lowered my gaze to the floor, staring at the glass scattered beneath me. 'Did he throw a bottle at me?' I have come to the conclusion that yes. Yes he did. The alcohol was mixing in with my blood and boy did it hurt like a bitch.

"I was doing some shopping, we ran out of- " I was cut off with a sharp pain flooding my body, making my knees go week as they collapsed below me.

Unable to get back up, I raised my head -wincing from the pain- to see what had happened. My dad glared down at me, eyes full of disgust. I hated that look. One that told you, you were less then human. That you would never amount to anything. His eyes screamed at me, waiting for me to get the picture and just kill myself already.

The pain came back again. Agony carving paths through my body. He was using his quirk. Human manipulation. This allowed him to toy with any cell, including nerves in a person's body. He could be doing so many good things with his quirk. Heck he could cure cancer! Yet here he was. Taking out his frustration on his son.

My skin opened up as though it had been cut, blood trailing down my body. Bruises began surfacing all over, and he hadn't even touched me yet. The pain was unbearable, and to top it all off he started to beat me with his fists and legs too.

Pinning me to the wall, my feet unable to touch the floor he continued to beat me. Fists colliding with my skin repeatedly, twisting on impact. I began to cough up blood, my eyes going into a blury frenzy. Noticing I was on the verge of passing out he let me go and deactivated his quirk.

I fell to the floor, painting the ground crimson as I curled and winced in immeasurable pain. "Get this mess cleaned up." And that was that. Unable to move, I just closed my eyes drifting into the abyss that welcomed me. The sanctuary that offered peace. The only safe place I had.