Why the Hand?

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1 day later

"Uh, Sir?" You walked into his room, seeing he's putting lotion on his arms

"Yes, Y/N?" He looked back at you

"I've been meaning to ask" you tapped two fingers together

"Yeah?" He turned to face you

"What's with the hand?" You pointed to his face

"Uh, okay, here goes nothing" he sighed

"When I was younger, I had a family. It was a perfect family. I had my parents, my sister, and my grandmother. When I turned 4, things turned for the worst. My quirk went out of control" he disintegrated the empty lotion bottle

"I... killed them, all. My parents, my sister, my grandmother. I couldn't control It so I hid. The only thing left were their hands" he sighed

"So the hands are-" you gasped

"Its the only way I would-- cope" he sniffled "The one on my face is father, or, my dad's hand" he started to cry

You stumbled over to him

"Its okay, My parents died due to an accident" you hugged his waist, his tears hit your arm "I shouldn't have asked" he hugged you back

He smiled and said;

"You're My Best Friend"

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