Graphic Lies - MHA various x OC

Washed with ideas

DISCLAIMER: This chapter will include traumatic experiences and the development of trauma. If you are not comfortable with this, I will put a warning ⚠️ with the emojis, so you know when to skip the paragraphs. And will notify you when it's done with emojis.

If you are sensitive about this whole concept, please don't read it.

Four weeks later:

"No, I'm alright, dad. I'm just at the training facility. How's The agency?" I respond to my dad's question. I miss my dad. Hopefully, Jax isn't such a dumbass to him and mum at the agency. I sat on the bench and waited for the trainer to come back since he wanted to talk to someone. We just finished doing another fitness test, and I'm sweating crazy.

"Okay, just checking Sarai; oh, your brother has been doing good with his work-study. He froze a villain with a mutant quirk this morning. Who knew your lazy brother could do that." Dad and I start laughing and mocking Jax because that's our connection. He was making jokes, cracking laughs, and getting my quirk genes from him.

When Jax and I are with Dad, we're usually mocking each other and roasting each other, but when dad starts making jokes towards the both of us, we sometimes take it to heart. Dad has no filter, so his jokes will sound like insults, but Jax and I are strong, though I can be sensitive because I'm that bitch.

"How's the crystal? Is it stabilising your quirk, alright?" He asks, and I look at my necklace and play with it in my hand.

"Yeah, it's helping a lot, especially with some of my classifications," I admit as I lean onto my knees and sit on the bench.

"Oh yeah, if only you had when you were in year 7. Remember that bo-

Oh, DAD, don't talk about it." I interrupt my dad as I rub my forehead, already feeling red and embarrassed. I hate talking about it because when my emotions went wild as hell for the first time.

"Okay, okay, well, I miss you a lot and hope you've been a good girl to Uncle Kūgo. Also, I heard you are partnering with your mentor. Is it a He or a she?

Dad comes on.

So it's a boy, isn't it?!

DAD, I DIDNT EVEN SAY ANYTHING, and even if it is a He is, it's NOT EVEN LIKE THAT. He like around SAMSON and JOSHUA's Age.

That school Captain said otherwise.👀

D-daaaaaddddd. Stop, okay, well, I'm going now because this conversation is getting out of hand.

Okay, okay. But is he at least strong? He has to save my little girl's life since he is your partner now." My dad continues to bring Hawks subject, and honestly, my dad is such a meddler. I slide my hand down my face, making funny facials and trying to end this call respectively.

"Yes, he is strong. Okay, dad, my mentor is so strong that he'll save my life, okay?" I dramatically say to make sure he's satisfied with my 'partner'.

"Well, since you said it, I can't wait to meet him. Well, I hope you have a good day, my little flower, and I love you." He says, and I'm relieved that his ending it.

"Bye, dad, and love you too." I end the call and take a breath of relief. Oh, it's so weird having a goofy but protective relationship with my dad.

I smile at the thought of dad and get up and wipe off the sweat on my forehead with my towel.