Quirks. Inequality. Pain. These are all things that take place in this world. But those last two words are felt by 30% of the population. While quirks only appear in the other 70%. Quirks are these supernatural abilities that coexist in women. That is the inequality comes in. Men are quirkless. They are considered useless, trash, and a waste of space. Men do not have as much rights as women. That is why there is so much pain, we all feal it, all men in the world.
"Waaaaa!" Someone screamed.
Oh, look there I am. The light was the first thing that I saw. But the second thing was my mother's sad and disappointed face. Now I'm different. Not right now, but soon things would change. But luckily there is still one person who truly loved me. My father is the best person in the entire world. He should have deserved much better.
*Time Skip to 9 years*
"Oi worthless brat! When I come back to work, you have better cleaned the entire god damn place." My mother yelled as she was leaving.
"Yes ma'am." I stated sadly.
Man, I was a push over. Probably should explain where's she's going. My mom is what you call a hero. A hero is a person who uses their quirk to stop crime. Now I have always wanted to be a hero. But I'm a male and don't have a quirk.
My dad on the other hand is the head scientist at a lad whop is currently studding a meteorite that fell from space about a month ago.
I start to get to work and cleaning the household because I don't want to be hit again. If I do something wrong, or fail to do it, my mom will hit me. I was only 9 but I already had more scars than a normal kid should. Once I got the place taken care of, I took a nap.
When I woke up, my dad was coming through the door.
"Hey Daddy!" I exclaimed while running to hug him. His smell calmed me down every time he was near.
"Hey Kiddo." He responded while sitting down. His sunken eyes showed that all his all-nighters were taken a toll on him.
"What's for dinner?" He asked
"Kutsudon" I replied. He smiled at this.
"Ok I'm going to go to bed, wake me up if you"
"Ok." I went to go to take a shower because my mom will be home in 2 hours and making food would take about 45 minutes.
When I got into the shower, I ran my hands over my scars. I had about 14. Some small, some large. When I take a shower, I take a long time. I do this because this is the only place where I feel safe. I start to feal sleepy. But I then unknowing wish for something that might seem impossible. But soon realize how wrong I was. What did I wish for you ask?
I wish I had friends.