Angst One-Shots || BNHA

7; Monoma Neito

Part II to "5; Monoma Neito". I don't think it was too angsty so I'm sorry—

TW
Verbally abusive family

|3rd Person|
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"Okay, you're gonna walk in there and she's not gonna bother you. Where did she even learn that from..?" Kendo told Monoma, murmuring the last part as an afterthought.

"We learned it from our mother. She does the same thing on occasion. Not that much though; Ichika was just terribly impressionable when she was young."

"She what?" She turned to him with furrowed eyebrows. "You do know it's verbal abuse, right?"

"It's not that bad!"

"We'll see about that." Itsuka sighed, finally knocking on the door.

"I'll get it!" A voice shouted. Kendo immediately showed a face of distaste, knowing it was her.

"Oh. It's you." The girl sneered. She had long dirty-blonde hair that went down to her waist, a slim form, and eyes of dark blue. "I thought I told you not to come today. My boyfriend is gonna be here soon, so you're gonna have to go, like, now. Take whoever she is with you! Anyone that interacts with you is blind. Jesus, so useless..."

"No, I'm not taking that." The orange-haired girl declared. "As I said the other night, my name is Kendo Itsuka, and you have no right, no matter your age, to tell him whether or not he can see your family since it is his as well. It's unbelievable how you treat him!"

"Woman, you only witnessed one phone call that lasted less than five minutes."

"You're a telltale." The female 1-B student remarked.

"And he's a burden. Goodbye."

The girl tried to shut the door, but an older woman came over from a different room of the house. She had beautiful shoulder-length, blonde hair with a pair of vibrant green eyes and round glasses. "Ah, Neito! How nice it is to see you!"

"Mother. A pleasure."

Kendo bowed a bit. "Mrs. Monoma, nice to meet you! My name is Kendo Itsuka, I'm one of your son's peers."

"Splendid! Here, allow me to show you in. I apologize for Ichika, she can sometimes get a tad bossy. The same goes for Neito, but he honestly has more advantages than she does. She'll get over her jealousy sometime." Anyone could easily tell that this was favoritism. She now wondered how their father acted.

"Here; I was just replacing a few things with my quirk. If you're curious, my quirk is Restyle. Once I touch an abiotic object and stare at another abiotic object for five seconds, I can turn it into whatever I touched. Like this."

"Wow, such an amazing quirk!" Itsuka praised.

"I know, I know." The mother smiled.

"I literally have the same quirk, can I not have any compliments?" Ichika addressed.

"You're my reflection; any comments on my quirk are comments on yours."