"Hey sweetie how are you?" Kazz warmly welcomes greeting Sayako. Silently, Sayako sighs as she listens, leaning against the wall brow furrowing as she has the phone to her ear watching on as Hikaru happily listens to the music in his headphones. He sits at the dinner table, drawing with his pencils. Meanwhile on the other hand however, Kazz leans against the hospital wall, brow furrowing fatigued clear on his dishevelled attire, sweat slathered all over his lab coat, bags hangs heavily under her hues his hair all over the place, exhaustion etched into his face.
"How do you think?" Snippily, Sayako huffs under her breath brow furrowing.
"I heard you're doing chores around the house." Kazz optimistically offers.
"Yes well one minute I just want to curl into a ball and cry while the next my legs are fucking pounding on the table and I'm cleaning got to do something with this brain of mine." Miserably, Sayako sneers scowling.
"…Have…have you been taking your medicine?" Kazz questions concern clear in his tired tone.
"I think so." Sayako scowls brow furrowing glancing from side to side.
"What do you mean you think so?" Sternly, Kazz demands from her impatience in his edged tense tone making Sayako blink baffled by his words.
"We talking about my anti depressesants right?" Sayako scowls unsure.
"Sayako…" Kazz sighs.
"What? It's my new medicine right? I don't fucking know what that doctor was sprouting." Sneering, Sayako sneers glaring to the side.
"Akihiko is a professional." Pointedly, Kazz reminds her.
"So how's the old man?" Sayako sighs grimacing at her sudden tight throat making her grimace glancing to he side squirming slightly as she coughs awkwardly, feeling her body tense up.
"…He's fine." Kazz smiles strained.
"Fine as someone can be with a hole in their chest right?" Bluntly, Sayako states eyeing the happy Hikaru oblivious to the two talking alongside Kazz grimacing, flinching from it.
"Sayako…look everything is fine okay? I promise when things calm down we can…" Kazz begins but…
"Did you know sloth babies usually survive if they lose their grip on their mom and fall — but sometimes, the mother sloth doesn't want to go on the ground to pick the baby up because she'd risk being seen by predators!" Sayako points out.
"What are you…?" Kazz furrows his brow befuddled but…
"You're sprouting bullshit so I thought I'd do the same." Snippily, Sayako sneers scowling.
"Sayako!" Kazz snaps sharply seeing.
"Although unlike your bullshit mine's actually true." Sayako looks over at her nails.
"Sayako that isn't…" Kazz begins but…
"You know, I think I was a sloth in my last life, I seem to fit the same patterns as the sloth baby after all, being thrown under the bus…" Sayako remarks looking over at her nails.
"…Sayako I know you're upset." Kazz begins but…
"And I know you're busy bye." Swiftly, Sayako hangs up.
"Sayako! Hikaru! I'm home!" Happily, Kiyoko sturts in.
"Welcome home!" Hikaru happily welcomes her home as Kiyoko pecks his temple watching him return his focus to his sketchpad.
"You did great during your physical therapy." Kiyoko smiles softly pleased patting Sayako's shoulder.
"…Thanks." Sayako staggers slightly before steadying herself.
"So…how was your call with Kazz?" Kiyoko asks her.
"Short." Stiffly, she answers.
"R-Right…well you know how he is ." Kiyoko smiles softly shrugging her shoulders.
"You mean with the hole in my father's chest." Curtly, Sayako sneers crossing her arms over her chest cross.
"Sayako…" Warningly, Kiyoko's hues narrow at her gesturing to Hikaru.
"So he dead or….?" Sayako begins but…
"Why are you so casual about that? Hikaru's listening!" Panicked, Kiyoko hisses harshly at her.
"Relax he has his headphones besides I'm just asking a girl's got to prepare for which suit would be best to wear." Lazily, Sayako dismisses her.
"…I can't tell if you're joking or if you're priorities are that messed up." Kiyoko pinches the bridge of her nose exasperated.
"Eh…little bit of both." Briskly, Sayako shrugs.
"…" Silently, Kiyoko glares at her niece.
"What? The media are bound to be there got to look nice for the cameras at least." Sayako smirks smugly.
"You really are your father's daughter." Kiyoko sighs shaking her head at him.
"…look all I want to know is when we're going to tell Hikaru." Honestly, Sayako sighs at her.
"Sayako…" Kiyoko sighs sadly.
"Look Hikaru needs to know what's going on. It's better for us to tell him then for him to find out from another source which will no doubt twist the truth and make it worse." Sternly, Sayako tells Kiyoko gesturing to Hikaru happily humming.
"…I don't know the boy's been through enough with.." Kiyoko sighs sadly.
"With my arm?" Annoyed, Sayako scowls.
"Sayako…" Kiyoko exclaims warningly.
"Look I get dad being bust and bot being able to see us that's not new but Hikaru? Hikaru has no clue what's going on. I get you trying to shield him from shit but the boy will begin to question why the internet is down or why the TV has been down for weeks, that sketchpad can keep the boy entranced only for so long…" Sayako tries to defend herself.
"…I know. So…" Kiyoko begins but…
"So what?" Sayako snaps sharply scowling.
"You thinking of putting that arm back on?" Kiyoko gestures to the box on top of the wardrobe.
"…Maybe…maybe later." Sayako grimaces glancing to the side scowling.
"Come on wouldn't it be easier for you to use? Help get practice in." Kiyoko shrugs shyly.
"I'm just not feeling it right now okay?" Sayako sighs sadly turning to the side sadly.
"Sayako…" Kiyoko begins but…
"Sorry I just…I just can't…not right now." Sayako turns away from her.
"You know what I do when I go through a bad breakup?" Kiyoko smiles softly at her hands on her hips.
"You cry, drink and eat about it." Incensed, Sayako scowls.
"Hey it's not always like that…not in that order anyway. But regardless whenever I have a bad break up I'd always get right back up again." Joyfully, Kiyoko smirks smugly.
"With the aid of both your arms I take it." Sayako sneers scowling.
"Sayako." Kiyoko sighs sadly at her.
"Look I just think losing your arm and breaking up with some nobody model isn't something you can compare." Curtly, Sayako warns her.
"For your information Alejandro was a loving man not my fault he got all weird with the heat thing." Defensively, Kiyoko snaps sharply scowling at Sayako.
"…I don't even want to know. " Sayako sighs shaking her head at her.
"Regardless, I stood right back up again and continued on with my life just like you can Sayako. Yes you may ot be able to compare it but didn't you say you shouldn't compare ones suffering to another's in the first place at the festival?" Kiyoko exclaims.
"I…" Sayako begins brow furrowed conflicted.
"Look when I broke up I'd be in floods of tears but I'd get right back up again and that just goes to show how much stronger than you are to me Sayako, you lost an arm but you will get back up again I know you will. And if you fall again I'll be there to help you right back up again, just know that yeah?" Gently, Kiyoko places her hand on her shoulder sighing.
"…Thanks." Sayako smiles shyly at her.
"Course I mean if you think about it I'm sort of like your mo-" Kiyoko begins but…
"Finish that sentence and I will drown you." Strictly, Sayako snaps sharply cutting her off, giving her a warning look, a dark glowering glare making sweat slide down Kiyoko's tense temple, smiling shyly at her hands up feigning surrender, fearful of facing the wrath of Sayako.
"What'cha drawing?" Shinso furrows his brow, his arms wrapped around Sayako as the two are on the beach front, a blanket beneath them both. She dodges mindlessly to herself, leaning her head against Shinso's chest as he reads his book, his legs either side of her as the sun shines down on them both.
"Shit." Snippily, Sayako grumbles poking prodding the pencil down below brow furrowing at the paper below at the small doodles.
"It doesn't look like shit." Shinso offers.
"No I mean shit see All Might's in a mountain of shit." Sayako prods poking the pencil down at the paper, prodding at the strange grin upon the poop with two strange horn like hair on the poop.
"…Why?" Shinso raises a brow befuddled.
"Cause he's a dung beetle." Bluntly, Sayako states.
"Why's he a dung beetle?" Befuddled, Shinso leans down into the crook of her neck spotting said picture below.
"Those horn things of his remind me of their pincers." Pointedly, Sayako smirks slightly drawing another picture of a dung beetle all might swarming around the all might poop.
"…Right and I take it that's me." Shinso points to the fluffy purple cat, looking more like a Pomeranian than a cat.
"Yep." Sayako confirms unapologetic.
"Why am I so fat?" Frowning, Shinso questions.
"You're not fat you're just fluffy." Smiling, Sayako cranes her neck back looking up at him.
"Don't know if that's a compliment or not?" Shinso leans back briefly his hand on her head.
"Think of it like this more people would want to pet you besides you would be an indoor cat through and through." Truthfully, Sayako smirks down at the paper as he bows his head nuzzling nestling into the crook of her neck.
"Hey indoor cat's live longer than outdoor ones." Optimistically, Shinso points out.
"Right…" Sayako mutters furrowing her brow focusing on the piece of paper.
"…They're good." Gently, Shinso whispers.
"No they aren't. These are just doodles." Sayako hollowly heckles scolding scowling at him, she didn't need his pity, she knew it was shit.
"I still like them." Shinso shrugs.
"You're shitting me." Miserably, Sayako grumbles glaring at the picture below brow furrowing.
"I do." Shinso asserts.
"They ain't sketches Shinso no one's meant to like them." Truthfully, Sayako sighs at him.
"I do you saying my taste is shit?" Shinso smirks slightly arching a brow bemused.
"Your taste in art is shit." Sternly, Sayako states.
"And so is my taste in friends." Shinso smirks slightly.
"Yep." Sayako smirks leaning back against his chest once again.
"You're not meant to agree with that." Tiredly, Shinso sighs at her.
"Why disagree with a fact?" Frowning, Sayako argues.
"Sayako." Sternly, Shinso furrows his brow at her.
"What?" Sayako blinks befuddled.
"Your aet is good I like it." Honestly, Hitoshi tells Sayako.
"But it's not…I mean it isnt Hikaru's, have you seen his stuff it's a masterpiece." Miserably, Sayako sighs gesturing towards the boy kicking the washing waves of baby blue before them. She didn't even know why she doodled like she did they were no masterpieces; they would always be scumbled up into a ball and tossed into the nearest bin but her brother's? Hikaru's would be framed, would be on sell for who knows how much money….
She knew where her talents lied just as his did. What hers were…her drawing was a waste time even if her therapist said to get a hobby, she didn't really know what her hobbies were. Sure she liked videogames, modelling was fun she guessed so was reading stories but it was specific things, things that you couldn't really call a hobby, she never managed to engross herself fully with things she wished she had the concentration to do it but all she really did was have movie trivia in her head. She was no designer, no artist, no…anything. If the occupation of hero existed what would she do? What could she do? What could she offer to society? She sighs furrowing her brow at the thought, she wasn't a designer, she wasn't an artist…she was…
"She wasn't creative, she wasn't smart either, school showed that much to her. She really had no clue what she'd be good at and she hated it, she sometimes hated how people had backups she wished she had that. Modelling wasn't a backup, it was…it was…
"Why are you comparing yours to his it's completely different." Shinso sighs at her cutting her out of her thoughts.
"It's still art." Sayako grumbles glaring to the side, blinking back the tears threatening to fall from the thought.
"Haven't you heard of art being subjective these are different styles I mean he uses charcoal and shit you use pens." Pointedly, Shinso points out.
"…" Silently, Sayako furrows her brow from his words.
"Look it's like comparing two movies from two different genres imagined if I compared jaws to…love actually." Sighing, Shinso attempts to explain to her.
"That…" Sayako begins brow furrowed.
"That would be pretty stupid right?" Shinso points out.
"That…would actually be sort of badass. I I sort of want to see Jaws find someone." Sayako confesses making Shinso sigh.
"You're shitting me." Shinso sighs at the blonde below him.
"Oh come on it'd be funny." Sayako smiles up at him.
"You do know how sharks mate with other sharks right?" Shinso points out.
"No. But this is jaws he's not a real shark it'd be funny." Sayako dismisses.
"…Is this what you think about?" Shinso questions.
"I don't know one moment I'm drawing something the next I've leapt onto another idea." Shyly, Sayako returns her focs to her paper.
"Nothing wrong with that…" Shinso nuzzles into her side.
"You sure?" Sayako raises a brow.
"I'm sure." Shinso assures her making her sigh leaning further into his side. The two simply sigh content with one another as they continue watching the washing waves of the beach that Hikaru happily tries to fight back against, hearing the shrill shriek of the seagulls as the three of them continue enjoying the day before them.
Silently, Sayako stands before Hikaru standing behind him at a distance brow furrowed tensing up uncomfortable swaying side to side not quite sure what to say or really do….she knew she had to do something but where would she start? She didn't know….She knew she had to say something. She knew she had to apologise, she knew she had to do something. Sayako squirms slightly from the tight tension in the air between both brother and sister, there was so much she wanted to say to add to tell him however no matter how hard she tried to speak, she could feel her throat tighten, tense up even from the sheer thought alone.
…Hey." Awkwardly, Sayako sighs steeling her nerves she bravely approaches the boy before her hunched over his sketchpad scowling, brow furrowed focused on the task at hand.
Hey." Hikaru turns to look up at her as she sighs.
I…I'm sorry." Sighing, she slowly sits down by his side.
"Hm?" Humming, Hikaru raises a brow at her.
"About what I said with you being…" Sayako begins brow furrowing attempting to explain herself however she soon trails off uneasily.
"It's fine." Hikaru shrugs her off.
"Hikaru." Sternly, Sayako furrows her brow at him.
"It is. You're not wrong." Hikaru tells Sayako.
"Wha…what?" Sayako blinks baffled befuddled even taken aback.
"I'm quirkless I guess I should get used to the term used for me right?" Solemnly, Hikaru bows his head slumping his shoulders solemnly.
"…W-We don't know that…" Shyly, Sayako stutters slightly a strained smile upon her lips.
"It's been six years Sai…it's pretty obvious." Honestly, Hikaru huffs turning to glare glower to the side seething.
"I…We don't know that I mean…" Uneasily, Sayako scratches the back of her neck brow furrowing.
"And I have to hold onto that false sense of hope?" Huffing, Hikaru seers scowling fury flowing through his veins.
"…Hikaru…" Softly, Sayako's facial features falter.
"Look sis I know you're trying to be nice and all but it's obvious by now…" Sadly, Hikaru bows his head solemnly.
"…" Silently, Sayako stares at Hikaru not quite sure what to really say.
"Do you think….when dad and father asked Kiyoko to make me they requested I be quirkless?" Meekly, Hikaru bows his head sighing sadly curling in on himself, his legs close to his chest huddling in on himself like a hedgehog almost.
"Hikaru we don't…" Gently, Sayako sighs attempting to explain herself however she finds herself tongue tied.
"I wouldn't be surprised she said she could do that change somethings to the child." Hikaru huffs under his breath brow furrowing at the memory.
"Well yeah but…" Sayako attempt to argue but…
"But what?" Impatiently, Hikaru huffs cutting her off making her sigh.
"I…" Sayako attempts trying to speak only to grimace feeling her tongue turn to led almost as if her tongue had suddenly coated with iron.
"Why did they let you have the quirk but not me?" Mad, Hikaru demands anger flowing through him, feeling his blood boil, bubble burn even as he turns to sharply scowl glare, glower at his sister.
"I…I don't know." Sayako grimaces reeling back briefly brow furrowing further.
"I guess we never will." Hikaru huffs under his breath brow furrowing.
"Hikaru…" Sighing, Sayako tries to reach out to her little brother try to provide some sense of comfort but…
"Look I get you're going through stuff but you're not the only one. If you keep standing motionless the world won't stop for you sis you have to keep moving, if you don't…time will get the best of you." Honestly, Hikaru tells Sayako surprising her, her hues widening when hearing his words.
"…You sure Auntie didn't put a fifty year old in a six year olds body?" Bemused, Sayako smiles strained sighing.
"Sai!" Scowling, Hikaru whines at her.
"I'm just saying…sorry…for everything." Sayako bows her head apologetic.
"It's fine I know things will never be as they once were but…" Hikaru begins but…
"We can be grateful for what we have now right?" Sayako considers.
"…Right." Hikaru says sighing as she squeezes his shoulder, the two then head towards their house going to go get some food only as they do, they take note of a familiar lilac haired boy doing some press ups or manoeuvres. Mystifed, Hikaru looks up at Sayako lost when seeing Hitoshi's attempt at training seeing said male come crashing down tangled in a familiar scarf who simply sighs down at the befuddled boy. Sayako sighs as she gently ruffles up his locks before pushing him inside, telling him to go in as she approaches the stoic lilac haired boy tending to his training.
"What are you doing?" Sayako questions quirking his head to the side confusion clear on her face.
"What's it look like? I'm training." Toshi deadpans.
"You call that training?" Sayako raises a brow befuddled by the scarf coiled around him seeing him tied up.
What's that meant to mean?" Mad, Shinso snaps sharply scowling at her.
"The world won't stop for you…"
"Urgh can't believe I'm doing this." Sayako sighs closing her eyes exhaustion etched into her fatigued facial features as she turns her back to him. Hitoshi furrows his brow watching her fleeting figure enter her house getting on her tippy toes to reach a familiar box which she takes down. Stunned, Hikaru's hues widen when seeing her remove the lid, slowly shakily putting the arm back on as she remembered the instructions she was given during her therapist sessions as she equipped the arm on or tries to.
"Here…" Surprised, Sayako turns towards Hikaru smiling shyly. She kneels down as her brother tries to help her, her giving some small snippets of advice for her brother telling him what to do as he helps her equip the arm before she leaves, heading out to join Shinso his hues widening when seeing said arm.
"Now then. Let's get this over with." Tiredly, Sayako sighs stretching her arm out yawning slightly before she gets into position. Shinso smirks slightly as the two train, training to their hearts content…
"A father's love there truly is nothing like it. They may talk of a mother's love but a father's love, a good father is one of the most unsung unpraised unnoticed assets in society that people take for granted…"
Heaving, Katsumi winces, her hand darting down to her throat, feeling her nails dig deep into her throat, feeling the grey gurgling substance spew slither out of her mouth despite her screams, despite her screeches, despite the tears freely falling from her frightened facial features flailing as waterfalls descends down. She tries to scream however her screech is swiftly silenced muffled by the gurgling gey geyser of sludge spewing out from her inside, burning her insides eve as she feels the substance sting the inner wall of her throat. She tries to escape, she tries to stop it, feeling her fingertips flex around her throat. Her nails scrape around her throat, feeling the sharp sting of slits soon forming from the swift slashes of her nails, crimson crescents forming upon her throat, shy scarlet streams descend down oozing out of the crimson currents beofre next she knew it, a familiar masked man stood beofre her towering over her…
"Sayako Hakamada, daughter of both Kazz Sachiko and Tsunagu Hakamada! You should be proud Jeanist, that sister in laws quirk of yours really is something else…to make a child, to have the power to create life, to have the power to chose the next quirk of the next generation to have that control…to choose whether that child be quirkless or with a quirk…to be able to create a weapon no matter the sex, age or gender...truly a gift." In awe, the masked male proclaims proudly to the startled girl turning to him, tensing up alarmed as she takes a shaky step back as he takes one forward.
"It wasn't supposed to go like this. But that doesn't matter, a true hero doesn't believe in excuses!" Suddenly, Tsunagu once seeing Sayako at a distance, sends the collar of his denim shirt at the male but is swiftly silenced by a hand aimed down at him.
"No heartfelt goodbye? Such a shame…" Tutting, the masked male shakes his head disappointed almost as he fires his blast just as Sayako turns wide eyed…
"DADDDY!" Sayako screams horrified, her heart drops, her voice cracks, the dam finally freely falls as she screams her heart out, collapsing to her knees when seeing her father's toros be cut open, a heavy whole wide open barren bare before the world as the earth beneath him that he was pinned down upon that he laid upon cracks. He freely falls just as crimson gushes out of his gaping hole and just as his olive hues turn white, he whispers…
"…Sayako…I'm…sorry."
Tsunagu falls down to the ground…gone.
Quietly, Shinso leans back on the sofa brow furrowing as he reads on his phone, his bags hanging heavily as he reads his phone until perking up at the sound of heaving.
"Sayako?" Shinso furrows his brow after moving past the sleeping Hikaru and Kiyoko in their respective room seeing the blonde blur brush past him. The sharp slam of the door startles Shinso making him turn towards the door. He sighs approaching the kitchen as he goes into the fridge taking out some bottled water where he then returns to the door.
"…I-I'm fine." Heaving, Sayako stutters squirming as she leans over the toilet seat spewing out her insides.
"You're clearly not…" Shinso sighs sliding down the door.
"Look just don't come in okay? I don't want anyone to see me like this." Sayako sighs slumping her shoulders.
"I've seen vomit before Saya." Softly, Shino leans back against the door.
"It will ruin the mystique ." Sayako struggles heaving.
"Fuck the mystique I have water." Sternly, Shinso tells her
"…You really don't get it do you?" Sayako hollowly heckles.
"Sayako what is going on? You can talk to me tell me what's going on in that head of yours." Shinso sighs at her.
"Shinso people barely get me as it is how would…?" Upset, Sayako sighs sadly staring down at the ground below.
"Maybe because I've stuck around you for years yes you can be confusing sometimes but your intentions are well Sayako don't forget that." Truthfully, Shinso says to her.
"…I just…I'm scared Shinso and I fucking hate it." Incensed, Sayako seethes shaking, her hands quivering, quaking.
"Sayako after what you went through its natural to be scared." Softly, Shinso reminds the sniffling Sayako, the tears freely falling.
"So its natural for my throat to tighten up just from the simple touch of water just form the sheer sight of the sea?" Sneering, she glares down at the toilet, her throat hoarse aching from the searing sensation.
"…You're getting better at it I haven't seen you vomit for months and you went into the sea the other day remember." Shinso offers optimistically.
"Only cause you dragged me in." Irritated, Sayako grumbles glaring down at the ground below.
"You still went in there." Tentatively, Shinso reminds her.
"Into a pool of piss…" Pointedly, Sayako scowls before another geyser erupts from her tense throat.
"Into water. You're getting better it may not look it to you but you are." Softly, Shinso tells her.
"That…that's not just it." Anguished, Sayako sighs sadly bowing her head upset.
"What do you mean then?" Tiredly, Shinso sighs at her.
"I…What am I to do now?" Sayako questions him.
"What do you mean?" Mystifed, Shinso furrows his brow befuddled.
"I have nothing…" Sayako sighs sadly.
"What do you mean you have nothing?" Shinso furrows his brow befuddled.
"I don't have any sort of backup I mean you have your cycling or something if hero work doesn't work you could run a cat shelter or something but me? I got nothing." Sadly, Sayako confesses.
"What about you modelling?" Mystified, Shinso argues.
"Modelling isn't a hobby it doesn't last forever." Firmly, Sayako snaps sharply scowling. She had to admit a part of her wasn't proud with the job sure so many people had said it was amazing but she knew what they really thought, they thought she was dumb, too emptyheaded to do a proper job. She knew what they thought…her grades back home didn't help either.
"Sayako…" Shinso sighs his hues softening at her.
"I have nothing no hobby, no backup no nothing. Whenever I've tried to get into a hobby I just…get bored and I just…" Sayako trails off blinking back the tears threatening to fall.
"Saya…you'll find something now let me in please…" Pleadingly, Shinso softly sighs craning his neck to the side looking up at the doorknob seeing it turn as he slowly shuffles in, kneeling down joining her side combing his fingertips through her hair hearing her heave once more. He gently pulls her hair back, gently pulling it into a ponytail with the band around his wrist holding her hair back as he then rubs her back, drawing patterns into her back staying by her side as she heaves, spewing her insides out…