One wish can change the world //BNHA x Big Order male reader//[On Hold]

Connection Established: Begining Convergence

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-??? POV-

Cold.
It's cold.
I'm cold.

I wanted to get up from where I was. To remove myself from the ground and shift over to where my "bed" was, hoping that it would be a little bit warmer, but everything hurt too much. I could feel small amounts of blood trailing down my arm.

The red liquid felt warm.
It was the only warmth in the room.

I tried ignoring the pain to get myself up, but all I could manage was getting myself to lean against a wall. While moving, I noticed marks on my arms and legs that hadn't been there yesterday. I was able to see the results of today's "punishment".

It wasn't actual punishment. Not in the slightest.

I started looking around the room I was in, which was the basement, to see if I could find something to use as a cushion to sit on. There wasn't anything here. Just me, a single piece of cloth to act as a blanket, and a worn down pillow on the other side of the room. That's all that was ever here. Just enough to make my parents think that they had given me something that would help me. Just enough to clear their conscience.

I could hear them talking upstairs. There was another voice with them, so I had to be perfectly quiet. If I wasn't, and the visitor heard me, then I was in a lot of trouble. Father would make sure that the number of injuries I had doubled, and Mother wouldn't do anything to stop him. She'd be more concerned that people would find out she had a quirkless child, and would use her quirk to erase me from the minds of anyone who found out about who I was.

So I stayed quiet. I pretended like I didn't exist, because to the rest of the world, I didn't. I spent the majority of my time locked in the basement, only being allowed out for two reasons. The first being that my parents decided to punish me for being quirkless again, and the second being that they wanted to at least get some use out of me. I was often put to work doing tasks that they were too lazy to do themselves like cleaning. And if they found something wrong with how I did something, which happened a lot more than you'd think, I'd get punished again.

I hated it, but I couldn't do anything about it. This is just how the world is.

The day I was diagnosed as quirkless was the start of it all. Before that, I had friends that I enjoyed being with, a family that loved me, and a place I could call home. But a few months after I turned four, and my quirk still hadn't shown itself, Father took me to the doctors to see if there was something wrong with me.

I walked in there exited to see what my quirk would be, and I walked out of there worried for my father, who hadn't said a word to me since speaking with the doctor. The first words he said to me was him just telling me to get in the car. After we drove home, he told me to stay in the car. I did as he asked since I didn't want to upset him any more than he already was.

But then he used his quirk on the car. His quirk made him able to lock anything he touches with his right hand, and unlock anything with his left hand. Anything he locks can only be unlocked by his quirk, so he tried to force me to unlock the car doors to get out. If I inherited his quirk, I'd be able to unlock the door, that's what he thought, and if I didn't get his quirk then I would have to use whatever quirk I did get to escape the vehicle.

I was trapped in that car for almost two days. Father had explained what he was doing to Mother, and she was disgusted to have a quirkless child. They left me in that car, screaming and crying for them to help, both of them hoping that the doctor had somehow made a mistake.

There was no mistake.

When they finally let me out, I fell to the ground crying my eyes out. I didn't even notice my father picking me up and taking me inside. I was just happy to be out of there.