When Akemi got home, it was quiet.

Good. It's better if it's quiet. If it's quiet,

Kōki isn't home.

Kōki doesn't have to see this.

Akemi quietly slipped in through the door, took a deep breath, and stepped into the living room.

With both her parents being internationally influential Akemi lives in a rather large house, in a neighbourhood of rich people and spoilt kids, some heroes, some politicians. And in a big house and thick, soundproof walls... Who's gonna hear your cry?

The light turns on.

Akemi hates the dark, she really does. But right now there's nothing she wants more than to stay in the darkness and not be seen.

"Where were you."

It wasn't a question, it was a demand.

"Why should I tell you?"

"... Answer me."

"I left a note." She bit back, "or are you blind? Because that would be terrible for your career."

He's silent, but she can feel the hostility rolling off him in waves, literally. The energy gathering around him, his quirk flares and Akemi braced herself.


Half an hour later Akemi stumbled into her room, locks the door with brand new bruises around her neck and back, and tumbles into her bed.

For all her life, there was no adults to rely on.

No help came from the teachers, the social services didn't find anything. She could tell mother, but mum is already busy with work. She doesn't need another burden.

She's a burden, a liability. An investment that's losing them money, a negative equity. Akemi raised her hand to the ceiling, eyes blank as she watched the only scar left on her wrist, pale and white against the moonlight.

Lying there, hidden in covers, Akemi let herself go. Just break down a little.


Please RnR for a chance to beat up Geikyō.