Daidoji was standing in front of Sen's room when the doorbell rang. She ignored it and rapped her knuckles on the wooden door. "Sen?"
A small whimper on the other side was the only answer. Hoping that it was permission to come in, Daidoji turned the handle, revealing Sen, curled into a fetal position on her bed. There were dark bags under her eyes and she barely even acknowledged Daidoji's presence. The smell of food, however, seemed to give her a bit of life back.
Sitting down next to her, Daidoji placed the food in front of her before helping her into an upright position.
After she had been discharged from the hospital, despite still showing signs of trauma, Daidoji confronted Sen's aunt, learning the whole story.
As a child, Sen lived with her mother, a pro hero called Pixie. One day, while her mother was away on patrol, a villain broke into Sen's house. The little girl screamed for several minutes before the criminal got tired of the noise and attacked her. The result was a scarred wing and an even more scarred mental state. At first no one could even approach her without a violent panic attack. Eventually, all the trauma was forced into her one wing. Even something as simple as wing brushing against it made her tense up, but a person touching it was infinitely worse for the girl.
Apparently, Sen's mother didn't take too kindly to how easily her daughter's screams of terror had been ignored. The first thing she did was kill the man who assaulted her daughter. Had it been under normal circumstances, the kill would've been easily overlooked. She had attacked the man as he was about to rob someone in an alleyway. Unfortunately, for both the man and Sen's mom, her rage overtook her sensibilities. Reports were iffy on the exact state of the man, but one thing was certain, he had been mutilated beyond belief.
After that incident, few saw Pixie, or as she would come to be called Titania again. Those who did see her, didn't live to speak about it. The once adored pro hero had lost her mind and began a mass murder of heroes. Karma said that it was likely her broken mind thinking that irresponsible heroes were the reason for Sen's trauma, but no one was really sure.
Unsure of Sen's safety, she was put into protective care with her aunt, another pro hero who was confident that if it came down to it, she could defeat the new villain.
Sen herself had very little recollection of her mother and her sidekick, who joined the woman in her killing spree. What she did remember, however, was good. A kind woman who raised her even as a single mom.
It was only later in life, around her preteens, that Karma finally told her why her mother wasn't around.
Daidoji gently rubbed circles on the girl's back, doing her best to comfort her while she silently, yet ravenously ate her food. Eventually, almost instinctively, Daidoji's hand traced farther down her back, heading for the damaged wing.
The girl stopped eating and began to shudder as Daidoji got closer to the scar. But she also didn't stop her.
Daidoji continued to whisper comforting words as she inched her way down. She wasn't even entirely aware of what she was saying. But it didn't matter, Sen was tired of everyone who tried to "cure" her speaking hollow words as they attempted to make contact with her wing. She was maybe a little happy to hear someone ramble while trying to help her.
Eventually, after minutes, or maybe hours, neither really knew, Daidoji's fingertips brushed the edges of the scar, causing Sen to gasp, tears forming in the corners of her eyes.
Daidoji pulled her close as her fingers ran over the bumpy tissue that had attempted to close the wound. Sen began bawling into her friend's shoulder as she continued to whisper, "It's ok. It's ok."
The first step in a long recovery, had begun. Something that no person had yet to achieve after trying for ten years, Daidoji had started in just an hour.
MHA: 1-C
Kaito was now openly displaying his hostility to the couple, "Okami doesn't know his parents."
The man wrung his hands nervously, "I-I understand that he probably has people close to him, but we would appreciate it if we could see him in private."
At that moment, however, the decision was taken out of his hands as Okami walked around the corner, "Who is it Kaito?"
The swordsman tensed up, but pulled the door open anyways, "It's for you," He said before walking away, granting the two their wish, "Just yell if you need anything."
Okami tilted his head at the seemingly unnecessary remark, but focused back on the man and woman in front of him, "Um… hi?"
"Hello… Okami," The man started, "…there's no easy way to say this but…"
"We're your parents Okami."
And what was Okami's reaction to this revelation? He laughed. He didn't believe these people were his parents, in his mind, there was no reason to believe them.
"It's true. We're sorry, but it's true."
"If you don't believe us, then how would we know about the birthmark on your back?"
Okami's eyes widened, "You're… my birth parents?" They nodded, "Then…" Ignoring Kaito's advice from the other day, "Why did you give me up for adoption?"
The couple nervously wrung their hands, "We… didn't want to give you up, but… we just weren't ready to be parents yet. We were barely seventeen when we had you and we figured it would be better for both- for you, if you got to grow up in a better environment."
"So why now? Why wait so long?"
The man licked his dry lips and nodded, "We've been trying to find you for quite some time now, but… the process was not kind. Only when you showed up on the news did we finally get a clue as to where to look."
"O-Oh."
"Okami… I'm sure this is awkward… but, we wanted to get to know you better, we thought that maybe over the weekend we could meet for lunch or something?"
"I… yeah," Okami smiled wide, "I'd really like that."
MHA: 1-C
The three talked for a few more minutes before the two excused themselves and went to leave. They sighed heavily and then jumped as a voice next to them said, "Hey."
They turned to see Kaito leaning against a pillar, glaring daggers at them, quite literally as two of the weapons hovered behind him. One notable thing was that he didn't have his katana out, something he required to use the daggers. During training he had actually figured out how to bypass this limitation, but that was a story for another day.
"Oh, you're Okami's friend. I thought you went back inside? How did you get out here?" The two kept glancing nervously at the black blades.
"I jumped out of my window."
"Oh."
"Listen. If you genuinely care about him and want to get to know him better, then I'm one-hundred percent rooting for you. It's not easy to try and correct your mistakes." Okami's birth parents waited for the but. "But, if you hurt him, you don't just have me to worry about. There's about sixteen super-powered teens in there that would hurt you tenfold whatever you did to him. Not to mention the CEO who could send hitmen after you and you'd never even see them coming." Kaito added that last bit more as a bluff, he doubted that Endo would ever do something like that. If Endo was actually pissed, he'd do it with his own two hands.
"W-We understand."
"Hmm, goodnight." Kaito spun around and walked back around the building, heading for his window.
MHA: 1-C
"Um, where's Ms. Ragdoll?" Hirose asked as the clock ticked past eight-ten. Up until now, the teacher had never been absent.
As if the universe had been listening, a small piece of paper slipped under the door. Kenichi raised an eyebrow as he stood to grab it.
"'Sorry my little kittens, but I will not be here today, it is up to you to decide what to do for the upcoming school festival, have fun!'" He looked up, amused to see the students already brainstorming ideas.
"Does anyone know how to play an instrument? Or sing?"
Shizuku raised her hand, "I have some experience in both."
"No! Someone's totally gonna do music! We have to be original!"
"What if someone else had the same thought that someone's gonna do music and they won't do it as well!"
"Ok now we're getting too meta!"
"Well then what do we do?"
"Let's hear from everyone and write it down!" Okami said with an unusual enthusiasm as he took to the front of the class.
Hirose leaned forwards to Kaito, "What put him in such a good mood?"
"He met his real parents last night." He whispered back.
"Seriously?"
"Yep.
Okami grabbed the tablet and stood ready for suggestions.
"Music!"
"A play!"
"A haunted house!"
"A kendo competition! Ow! Why'd you hit me Hirose?"
"A track competition! Ow! Why'd you hit me Kaito?"
"We could put on a light show!"
"Oh yeah, radiation and lightning. A real safe show," Vincent deadpanned, earning a death glare from the two.
"Magic show!"
This continued on for some time, arguments going back and forth, no one able to make a proper decision, until… Kenichi raised his hand.
"I really like the haunted house idea. It's unique. But there is one problem. If it's too good, no one's gonna want to go through it."
"Then what do you suggest?" Okami asked.
"We combine ideas. There has to be some reward for making it through, something we can advertise." Kenichi smiled wide, "The reward for clearing Class 1-C's incredible haunted house is…" He waited for a drumroll, but when none came, he quickly announced his idea, "A maid cafe!"
The guys and some of the girls were immediately all for it. A haunted house was perfect for some of their Quirks. Okami could be the scary wolfman, Kenichi could cover his body in bones and act like a statue before moving in a creepy jerky motion. Daidoji's transformation also wasn't something to admire for its beauty. Ashira could mess with people through her Possession Quirk and even Shizuku could use Karkinos to scare people.
"Uh-uh!" Shizuku immediately objected, "I'll stick to being a maid thank you very much!"
"I thought you two worked out your differences?"
"Yeah, but we'd be doing it for hours right? Being stuck in my own body for that long is just… hard to handle."
"Well, that's totally fine by us! I'm sure the thought of seeing you in a maid outfit will drag plenty of people to our attraction!" Aika teased.
In the end, it was decided. A haunted house leading to a maid cafe as a reward was Class 1-C's festival event.
