Sunflowers and rainbows . { male reader }

Dear sister

A/N: mention of physical and mental abuse and sexual assault. Be aware.

The first memory I have of you was when I was so young.

So tall and cold. So far and scary.

I never liked you, you hated me for reasons I never knew.

But she...she adored you. She was the happiest around you, I remember how she should smile big and open her arms for you whenever she sees you coming home.

And you would smile. You would only smile at her, never at me.

Why did you hate me so much? Did I ever hurt you? I'm sorry if I did.

She sang beautiful songs to you and me, she held me in her arms so gently yet protectively.

Like a butterfly.

but in your case, she was the butterfly.

The beautiful butterfly you were scared to lose, too scared to touch her in fear of losing her.

you had this strong intimidating aura about you, one I wasn't sure if I should feel safe with or terrified.

I was just confused about everything that involved you, up to that awful day.

The only time you were late, that one time that you left us alone.

The one time the villains came.

They only wanted to steal some valuable stuff, like money and whatever they could sell and get a good deal out of.

But when it came to her Trophies I just couldn't, I jumped on one of those fuckers back.

She screamed.

They pulled me by my hair and punched me repeatedly, they punched a six-year-old till his quirk manifested itself.

A little bit of a late bloomer you could say.

They beat me up till the only thing I remember after that was opening my heavy eyes and hearing someone drag something.

More like someone.

My sister. My angel.

Unconscious, lifeless and bleeding.

I wanted to scream but everything felt so numb and hurt, only tears were the only thing that came out of me.

Then you finally show up, the shock on your face was impossible to hide.

It was the first time I saw you cry.

The first time you looked so weak and hopeless, keening down beside her body, her soulless body.

It took you a few minutes to look back at me.

Bruised body, red eyes and dripping blood from my mouth. But I was breathing.

Your shaky hands touched my face.