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“I’m so sorry papa! Hoshio’s scream echoed throughout the house.
“ Sorry dose not excuse the fact that you got in the way of me teaching your mother a lesson.” There were few things that scared Hoshio but her fathers voice was on the top of that list.
Hoshio saw her father walk away but she stayed put, knowing that if she tried to run it would only make her punishment worse. When her father came back he was holding a kitchen knife one that her mother had just sharpened. Her father was approaching her. slowly he bent down to her level and took the knife pushing just hard enough to leave a scar, Right on the corner of her left eye he dragged it down so the knife rested right above her collar bone. Hoshio knew crying would make it worse so she kept her composer even as a seven year old.
“Now what happens when we mess with papa?
“We get hurt.” Hoshio was ashamed of the patheticness in her voice.
Through the corse of her childhood Hoshio had many moments like that. One of which almost left her with permanent damage, that time they took her to see a doctor and a friend of the father. The doctor said that three inches to the left would have left her paralyzed from the waist down. Hoshio did not mind though because her family was safe as long as she kept taking the hits for them.
LATER
When Hoshio woke up, she was not expecting anything for the fact of her birthday. When she got down stairs she saw something out of her best and worse dreams. Her father was in there kitchen handcuffed, but there were also agents. Hoshio always had been a perceptive child so she knew that they were here for her.
“Hello dear, the older agent said while walking up to her, Your family tells me your are a smart and cunning young lady. We were hoping to take you and make you better, so good to become a hero!”
“Dose that sound fun?” The other one said with one of the fakest smiles ever.
“No?” Hoshio did not want to leave her family.
She looked around at her family and realized that her father had already left. The people that were their were her brother, two sisters, mother, and the two agents.
“Well I am so sorry to inform you but we aren't giving you a choice.” The older man said while picking up Hoshio.
She did what any child would do. Hoshio closed her eyes and screamed. Then she felt like she was falling. When she opened her eyes she was on the ground sitting on what looked like a human that didn't have anything in it but blood. Looking around she found her family looking the exact same. At this point she could hardly see her eyes blurring out from her tears. Then she ran.
Snapping out of my trans I remembered where I was. My home room teacher sitting to the right of me, and my principal sitting in front of me. Feeling my face and realizing that my scare was completely visible. Looking up I remembered what we were talking about. Looking through the corner of my eye I saw Aizawa looking at me with an intent gaze.
“My father, He is getting out of jail soon. He dose not pose a serious threat but when he wants something done he will find a way to do it.”
“I thought your all of your family was dead.” My teacher was way to confused right know. Along with his confusion I could also hear the anger.
“They are.” I did not mean for my tone to have an edge to it but I couldn't help myself.
“Well I thank you for telling us this, Are you ok?” The principal seemed like the only calm one in the room.
“If I get to see him behind bars again I will be. One more thing he does not have the heart to kill anyone and I don’t think he will try to hurt anyone but me unless they get in his way.”
“With my class, that will be impossible.” Aizawa muttered under his breath.
“True but If they get in his way they will suffer a great deal, He has my pressure quirk without limits. I got that part of my quirk from him and the other part came from my mother.”
“Well we better get going.” Mr. Aizawa seemed like muder was on the table for him.
When we got back to the classroom everyone looked at me with pity. Not because they knew what had happened but because I went to the principles office with a teacher. When I sat down I started getting weird looks and remembered that I had nothing covering my scar. The only people that had seen it was my family when it happened and Onishi. Well I guess that I should count Mr. Aizawa and principle Nezu, now my entire class.
“Mr. Aizawa what happened?”Jiro yelled from the front.
“Nothing, I am not sure what you're talking about.”
“What happened in the office, and what happened to her face?” Ida seemed to have disregarded the rules for that question.
“That is not my place to tell, Ida sorry.”
I did not have to look up to tell that all the people in the class were looking at me. “ My father happened.”
“I thought your father was dead?” Mina said relatively quite.
“He is, to me at least. Technically he is still alive though.”
“What happened is none of are business, Bakugo said, We should get back to work.”
Thank you for the save Bakugo.
“I will tell you at lunch.” I whispered to Mina.
God, if lunch could be in 73 years that would be great.