Shinso
"The world is not as suitable as we would like"; yes, I already know that. Barely three days had passed since he was subjected to this ordeal. With how exhausted he ended up after the hard training, I hardly felt like living, much less writing a stupid essay.
"The world is not as suitable as we would like" that stupid phrase was repeated in my head over and over again, as if he didn't know that precisely for that reason I am under his care; as if that's not the reason my parents are gone.
I had been left in the care of my maternal grandmother, when my mother had to go to a business meeting on the other side of the country and my father decided to accompany her. At five years old, that was the clear sign of abandonment, but after assuring me that they would come as soon as possible, I only had to hold back the tears while I watched them go, with the promise that we would go to the summer festival as soon as they returned, without knowing that that would be the last time.
Two weeks had passed since their departure, and the night before their return, they called to inform us that they would be back with me the next day. I couldn't sleep from the excitement; I was up late, well, the latest a five–year–old could stand, 7 pm.
When I woke up, I was discouraged. I thought I would see my parents as soon as I went to breakfast, but it wasn't like that.
It was already three in the afternoon and I didn't know anything about them. My grandmother was picking at an apple while I was playing with an Eraser Head action figure, a new pro hero who stopped villains by erasing their power; I guess I liked it because it reminded me of my dad. He was my favorite hero, besides All Might. Like my father and I, his quirk consisted of an intangible and remote ability; While my father could read minds, I could control whoever answered my statements. Seeing the night hero made me wish I had the villains under my control; I'd be invincible.
Soon after, we got a call from them, but they didn't seem to have their usual friendly tone of voice.
– Hitoshi, mom will be brief. Listen carefully…
– Mom! When are you going to ...?
– Son, listen – Dad interrupted.
– We won't be able to arrive in time for the summer festival – sounded far away, as if in a whisper.
– It doesn't matter, as soon as they are back, everything will be fine ... – A muffled sound was heard, like a sob – Really mom, I'm not sad about that ... – I consoled, without success.
– Hitoshi, never forget that… we love you – this time it was much clearer, she was crying.
– Mom?
– We will be with you, even if you don't see us. We will always be with you, Hitoshi… – My dad's voice seemed to break when he said my name and shortly after, the call closed abruptly.
I asked my grandmother to try calling them again, but she said that maybe they were in an area with little signal, or whatever that meant.
That day I had been exhausted after playing as Eraser Head, that I had no trouble sleeping even before my usual time. As a consequence, I woke up late at night because I was hungry. I went downstairs holding my favorite toy, when a loud noise coming from the living room almost made me drop it. I ran into the living room, to find my grandmother with her hands covering her mouth and a petrified expression; she was shaking
When I turned in the direction of her eyes, the glow from the TV was a deep red. I wanted to read what the words at the bottom were saying, but they just seemed like scattered words to me. "Accident", "180", "plane", "injured", "dead"; until one of them caught my eye: "Sapporo", that's where my parents went.
A reporter began to give details of the large column of fire and smoke behind her.
– From Hokkaido prefecture, in the vicinity of Sapporo, a plane crash is reported in a populated area of the city. The exact number of victims is unknown, but so far almost two hundred deaths have been reported ... – Another large explosion forced the reporter to take refuge behind the window of the helicopter where she was.
The screen was completely red, covered in rising flames of fire and smoke. Several heroes could be seen trying to deal with the situation, but the fire seemed not to be extinguished. My heart was pounding, and the sharp blow of my grandmother falling to her knees watching the scene confirmed the worst...
– Mom, Dad…? – I articulated, and shortly after I felt my grandmother's arms surround me…
I don't remember when I fell asleep, but when I woke up, I was lying on the couch, covered with a blanket. I felt dizzy, as if what I had seen the night before was a bad dream. I went to the kitchen to meet Mr. and Mrs. Ayama, the neighbors from the adjoining apartment.
– Hitoshi – my grandmother turned to see me. Her eyes were swollen, from which tears flowed.
– She's just a child, what will she do now without them... – She didn't understand what the man next to them meant
– Grandma, where is mom and dad? – She got up slowly, until she was at my height. Put her arms around me and started crying.
– I'm so sorry, Hitoshi! – She said between sobs. My body felt weak, like it was going to break.
That morning I learned that the plane where my parents were, had been attacked by an anthropomorphic mutant villain whose quirk consisted of impermeability; the flames could not be put out because it had made them resistant to moisture. The fire consumed not only the fuselage but also its originator, who had no control over its power, leaving the case without resolution due to lack of evidence. The whole place around was turned to ashes, with no indication of its cause and without culprits.
The posthumous ceremony was performed in a symbolic way, as the corpses were completely consumed. Somehow, I was unable to cry. As a defense mechanism I refused to accept that they would no longer return, and crying would only confirm it. Naively I promised to wait patiently for them to take me in their arms, as they used to do if they were away for a long time, although this time it would be permanently.
However, I did not realize that the tears it contained were shed by my grandmother. She couldn't bear losing her daughter. A month after the event that orphaned me, she suffered heart failure, and three days later, I had no family left alive. I was completely alone.
I was taken to an orphanage shortly after. I had become a withdrawn child, who hardly spoke. Everything got worse once we underwent an examination to test our quirks.
Once my parents discovered my ability, which even I didn't know I had after ordering ice cream, they understood that I should keep it out of the way. I could control others at will if I wanted to, but I never did. They made it clear to me that only villains use their power without thinking of others for their own benefit, so I never used it, which caused, when called to the test, it got out of control.
The other kids showed off their quirks flawlessly, but the only way I could show them what I was capable of was only if I used them, and I didn't want to be a villain. They began to tell me that I was someone without a quirk, someone who would never be a hero.
I didn't want to be there. I was feeling overwhelmed and sad. I wanted to see my parents; wanted to be with them. I was so upset that I was lonely that when I had to take the test, I couldn't help myself. Despite my fear, I did what they asked of me and everything got worse from there.
We were located in a row, where everyone was to be evaluated by a special team in charge of evaluating the potential of our quirks, or failing that, how dangerous they could be.
– Now it is Hitoshi Shinso's turn – announced the committee leader
– Let's see what he is capable of doing without a quirk – one of the children commented as he went to the evaluators
– You're just useless – said another one of them, making me fall. I was sick of his abuse.
– Well Shinso, show us your quirk which, as I can read here, is not physical or visible to the naked eye
– Because he doesn't! – Shouted one of the children in the back, laughing sordidly despite the reprimand of our teacher. I wouldn't tolerate it anymore.
I turned to him, concentrating all my energy on making him regret it.
– You are nothing but a nuisance
– At least I ... – You were already at my will. The specialists and others present did not fully understand what was happening.
– Get up and pour the water from your glass over yourself – and just as I indicated, it was exactly what he did. There was a deathly silence. They all watched cautiously as the annoying boy did what he asked without protest.
– That's enough, Shinso! – I heard the voice of our teacher, but it was useless, she also yielded to my control, immobile.
– He has the quirk of a villain! – Shouted another of the children, giving in to me. That comment put me on alert. I couldn't control it. So much was my aberration to them that the dimensions of my scope were out of control. But it was the allusion to an anti-social that broke me.
– I'm not a villain!
– It's a monster! – and one by one they fell under my control without being able to contain me. My head was starting to hurt intensely.
– Stop! – I couldn't. I fell to the ground from the intense pain that kept increasing.
A pale pink miasma and a sweet scent was the last thing I noticed before I was knocked unconscious. I woke up in the infirmary, still with a headache, feeling groggy. I approached the door, on the way out, when a conversation between the nurse and the person in charge of me and my classmates broke me:
– He's a monster. Who would imagine that such a child would have such strong power?
– It's the ideal quirk for a villain – again. This word was increasingly common when referring to my quirk.
– Now I will have to restrain myself every time I want to talk to him
– You should stay away from him, and the other children too. We don't know what it would be capable of.
– You're right, but I can't do anything to prevent it.
– I'll go see if he woke up – and the door opened so fast that I couldn't get away fast enough. Their terrified gazes did nothing but keep them cautious and cautious. They didn't even dare to speak to me and I couldn't feel lonely and misunderstood anymore. I wanted to disappear.
The following days I was separated from the rest and, as expected, I was forbidden to use my quirk, to such an extent that, although they tried to hide it, I could realize that I was in constant vigilance. I had isolated myself from the others, and they had no intention of approaching me either.
They didn't dare to speak to me, and even the teacher did so with extreme care, trying to interact with me as little as possible. I was in a private room, just for me and rarely had human contact. I was as lonely as I felt.
Miserable in this new reality, he was barely leaving the room. I even avoided doing it for months. It had been almost two years since my parents passed away, and in all that time I hadn't cried since their deaths. Being secluded in that white room, he only thought of disappearing. I no longer wanted to continue dealing with my own existence, one that was rejected by others.
The most entertaining thing that happened to me was to wake up once a week, in the middle of the night to see through my window how a shipment was stored in a warehouse next to the orphanage. It took at least an hour before they left, to repeat the process the following week, but one night was different.
That week they had already carried the shipment, so hearing the mechanical noise of the steel door motivated me to get up. They were pointing at one of those who were carrying a weapon and after a loud noise, a loud explosion occurred that motivated me to hide behind the wall of my room. When I got up, the smoke had already started to expand and as I had seen that tragic night, the entire scene was a deep and fiery red color.
The orphanage alarms went off and smoke was beginning to enter my room. I ran to the main room to meet the other children and teachers. They were so scared that they ignored their fear for me, turning me away from the windows next to the warehouse along with the rest of the children.
– We must get out of here and alert the police – announced the director, as she was leaving in the direction of the office, to fall with a strong blow to the head a short time later in front of us.
– I'm afraid, you'll only do what we ask them – A group of villains dressed in ragged clothes intercepted the exit. – Catch them, and if they dare to use their quirks, eliminate them. – The one who seemed to be the leader of all of them indicated. – We need hostages in which we get all the cargo, so we will need an alibi if they go ahead.
We were separated from our teachers, put in one of the classrooms and guarded by two of the captors. One was broadly muscled and flaky skin, the other was less heavyset but his hair was made of some kind of reflective material; both intimidating.
– If you are good children, you won't be hurt, at least most of them – taking one of my classmates and throwing him against the wall. A collective howl filled the place and was only mitigated by the threat of the other who directed his hair, now of a sharp shine, towards us.
– That's just a sample of what will happen to you if you dare to do something – we were cornered.
We were arranged in a circle. Some trembled, others covered their mouths to keep from crying, and I felt weak. I won't be like that, ever. Seeing how cruel they were to us only motivated me to hate them and think of some plan to subdue them, I just needed a distraction.
I didn't know how long it had been by when we heard the sirens from the police outside. They both chose a threatening stance
– Don't even think about moving – this was my chance
– Or if not, what?
– You're a ... – He stopped a short distance from me
– Damned…! – The other pronounced, yielding to my control, but he fired the gun before I could move. Waiting for the shot I reflexively closed my eyes only to see that it had been condensed into a sphere by Saoku, one of the kids who created bubbles that solidified objects.
– Rekiro, Tekata, is something wrong? – The voice from outside coming from not the bosses alerted me. He must act quickly. I went to the one closest to the door to answer.
– Tell them that everything is in order – and as I asked, just like that.
Despite the fatigue that I was beginning to feel and the pressure on my head for a long time, I would not allow them to hurt us because, if I gave in, as soon as they took control, they would kill us. I just had to wait for the heroes to come for us.
The sirens outside were louder, and the noise of the water against it confirmed that the fire was trying to be controlled.
– Shinso! – one of the girls approached to hold me
– I'm… fine – my head was pounding insistently. But I had to resist; our lives depended on it.
The door slammed open and another of the villains entered the classroom.
– You're a bunch of trash – taking another of the children – they are nothing more than a hindrance
– You are the hindrance
– What did you say ... ?! – having it under my control almost made me collapse. I felt like now more children surrounded me, visibly worried.
– We have to do something, if we stay here, they will attack us – intending to leave the room
– We can't ... – I said with difficulty – We don't know how many villains there are or their quirks. It would be very dangerous.
– But, Shinso ...
– I'm fine! – I lied, it was the best thing I could do – I can resist a little more ... – breathing with difficulty. My condition was getting worse.
The noise outside only increased and I could not resist anymore. My control was weakening and, without strength, I watched as the trio of villains began to move. I wanted to resist a little more but my body did not resist.
When one of them lunged towards me, it was intercepted by someone in dark clothing and red eyes. I expected to feel my body fall to the ground, but was instead held by someone. With difficulty I could see the face of the man who was holding me, but being with him I felt safe. It was a familiar sensation that I hadn't remembered for a long time. His hair was dark and tousled, he was staring straight ahead, holding me steady, while I lost consciousness.
At that moment, my dad's last words came to my mind: "We will always be with you, Hitoshi ..." I squeezed one of his sleeves, before vanishing.
– Dad…?
This one almost makes me cry too. I love Shinso.
Fact # 36
I was inspired by the comments they said about this hottie in the chapter where she faces off with Deku at the Sports Festival.
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