Trigger Warning
My Hero Academia: Yashiro The First Quirk
Ch.12- Her Families
"We are home!" Papa called, I raced to the door smiling at them.
"Welcome home." I greeted as he and Dad took off their shoes.
"Feeling yourself again?" Dad said walking up to me.
"Yep, all better, the class kinda fussed over me, it was sweet. But now I am back in action!" I chimed, Papa went to me and tousled my hair.
"Are you sure you can be a hero?" Dad asked I looked to me confused.
"Huh?" I replied I saw a red flash behind his bandages.
"Your physical health." He stated I shifted awkwardly.
"I can do it, I know I can, my costume will have support stuff I need," I replied, he looked confused. "I was designing my costume, I know what I want and need, a mask to filter the air, my compression gloves, I can do this Dad."
"Are you sure, it will only get harder?" Dad pressed, I nodded, and I felt Papa wrap around his arms around me.
"I can do it. I want to do it." I stated, Dad nodded and put a bandaged hand on my head in vain to tussle my hair.
"Shouta was a bit worried about you after today, we know you will make a great hero we just worry." Papa soothed, I nodded.
"I know," I replied, he smiled at me.
"I want to see your costume design," Dad stated, I smiled and nodded.
"Alright!" I chimed.
(Shouta's POV)
I looked over her costume design, it was well drawn, her costume called for a mask to cover her mouth like Midoriya but with the purpose of purifying the air. Her compression gloves accented with steel rings; her top was a large hoodie in a dark purple colour. Her glasses paired with a pair goggles for an old pilot. Her shoes were heavy boots with grips and steel toes. Finally, she had a black pair of tights and a cloak with a hood.
"What do you think?" She asked I chuckled.
"You really did think of almost everything," I answered I pointed to the cloak. "Why the cloak?"
"Oh, well my friend Uzuki made me a character in her story I had a cloak like a jacket, I thought it'd be nice. Why is it not a good idea?" She explained.
"It would block vision and might be more trouble than it's worth," I stated, she nodded and grabbed an eraser.
"Good point." She hummed as she erased the cloak carefully. "I think I'll make the hoodie longer then."
I watched as she lengthened her hoodie making it like a dress in length, she was so smart and even created a costume to suit her. Her large hoodie would hide her size, then her goggles would protect her vision, the mask her lungs. Finally, she made both her hands and feet were supported but also painful to others.
"Where did you come up with the rings?" Hizashi asked she giggled.
"I've always worn steel rings like this before I came here, besides they will make my punches more painful while protecting my knuckles." She answered.
"You used to wear steel rings?" Hizashi probed.
"Yep! One had a Chinese dragon, the other had some random design, I used to wear them on my middle fingers." She chimed.
"Why your middle?" I asked, she smirked.
"Don't ask if you don't want to know the answer." She hummed, I groaned so it was an extra way to swear…
"You were kinda a troubled kid, weren't you?" I huffed, she giggled.
"No way, I was well behaved and well-liked by my teachers, I just had no filter." She stated proudly. "Plus, back home everyone cursed, flipping someone off was basic language at school."
"What kind of school did you even attend?" I muttered.
"Redneck public high school, a place were teachers knew some students skipped school to go trout fishing and drink beer and no one really cared." She explained I groaned how did anything function there.
"Redneck?" Hizashi said.
"It's basically a glorious absence of sophistication. You might be a redneck if ever mowed your lawn and found a car." She stated, wait, what?
"A car?" Hizashi repeated.
"At my grandfathers, both of them, they each had an area on their land where old broken cars, boats, ectara were kept." She explained, but why? "I grew up thinking that riding in the bed of a truck to the beach was normal." She elaborated.
"I have too many questions…" I grumbled, she giggled.
"You wouldn't like to hear stuff that happened at the wharf then…" Yashiro giggled.
"I have to ask…" Hizashi stated, I groaned.
"Every fisherman was drunk of their ass, and drove home drunk… I honestly hated driving with my father because I never knew if he was drunk." She explained, wait that man drove drunk?!
"He drove drunk?!" Hizashi screamed, she nodded.
"Yeah, lot's people did, I don't think I have ever saw my father sober." She stated, I wrapped my arms around her. "I'm okay, besides I don't live there anymore. I live here with you now Dad's."
"And you will stay with us." I huffed, she leaned into me.
"I'm glad, I don't have to worry so much here." She admitted I hope that man died a painful death.
(Yashiro's POV)
"Papa?" I asked, looking around I saw I was alone. "Where am I?"
I raced into the dark until I hit a wall, I groaned and began to trace the wall till I found a door. Swinging it open I saw that house, that hallway, that broken bathroom me and my brothers shared. The faint smell of mould and dust, I gripped my hands into a fist. No, I am just dreaming, right?
"Dad! Papa!" I called, racing down the stairs.
Turning to the living room I gasped as I saw my little sisters all of them were bruised and crying. Racing forward I tried to scoop them up, I froze as my hand passed through them. I can't touch them… Looking around I saw the TV was playing a random show, I stalked toward the kitchen I saw the room littered with beer bottles.
I raced into his room and found him berating up my brothers, I rushed him, but I fell through. Sitting up I saw my stepbrother admit he deserved this. My brother looked dead and finally raced out, I glared at him my fury building. I felt a katana form in my hand, I sliced at him, but it passed through him harmlessly.
"Just die!" I screamed, running off I saw my brother out in the lawn with a pocketknife. "Bro! No! Not you!"
I shot up I saw a shadow in the doorway, snarling I summoned a baseball bat. The light flickered on, I saw Dad looking at me, so I'm home, dropping the bat it faded away. Dad walked over and I jumped up and wrapped him into a tight hug. That dream had been too real…
"Nightmare?" he stated, I nodded into his chest. "About?"
"I was back in my time, my sisters laid beaten and crying in the living room and my father was hurting my brothers, my big brother ran off and then… I saw a knife… I think he was…" I sobbed; I never want to see him like that again!
"It was just a dream, you're here…" he soothed, I pulled back to look at his cut-up face.
"Do you think they were okay?" I asked he looked away. "Dad?"
"Come on." Dad huffed, I gently let him lead me toward his and Papa's room. The door was already partly open, I saw Papa asleep he looked blissful before Dad kicked him.
"Ey!" Papa screeched and stood up and looked at us confused. "Shou? Yashiro?"
He fumbled to put on his glasses and hearing aides as Dad flicked the light on with his cast. Once he was ready Papa went to me and looked me over and rubbed my cheek. Why didn't Dad answer me? Why does it feel like I don't know something?
"Papa were my family okay? He didn't hurt them more, right?" I pleaded; Papa bit his lip.
"Come here." Papa hushed, I nodded and let him lead me to the bed we all sat down with me in the middle. "Yashiro, Nemuri looked up your family…"
"Something happened?" I said.
"Yeah… Your sisters were taken away and given to your mother, but your father escaped jail… Your brother committed suicide…" Papa informed I teared up.
"No… No… No!" I cried; Papa pulled me close hushing me as I sobbed.
"There is nothing that could be done," Dad stated, I sobbed harder.
"All because I was gone! Again, he did shit behind my back!" I cried; Papa hushed me as I clung to his nightshirt.
"I am sorry…" Papa soothed; it was my fault…
"My fault…" I muttered Papa pulled me back and I saw Dad glaring at me.
"Never. In no way could that be your fault." Dad informed; I began to tremble.
"Didn't he hurt me enough? Why did he have to torture me for so long? Holding people over my head, but why?" I sobbed; Dad knelt down.
"We will never get into the mind of a villain…" Dad stated. "And that is what he was, a villain."
"One of the worst kinds," Papa added, I leaned into Papa.
"I wish I had been born your daughter…" I admitted, I felt them hug me.
"Us too." Dad hummed.
(Yamada's POV)
We finally got Yashiro to sleep, we settled her in our bed between us, she was calmer sleeping with us. I couldn't sleep, neither could Shou we both just looked to our daughter. She had been tortured for a long time; he made her feel like it was all her fault. How far did that blame go? I never wanted to kill someone so much in my life.
"Tomorrow is gonna be hell…" Shou muttered I nodded.
"I almost want to say fuck work," I admitted, he nodded.
"Me too…" he added if we both think so then we should stay home.
"Screw it, we're calling in…" I stated, turning I snatched my phone and sent Nezu a text and one to Nemuri explaining we wouldn't be in tomorrow.
(Later)
Yashiro woke up around seven in the morning, we simply urged her to relax. She looked confused but listened and laid back down, she looked to us then to the window. The sunlight was glistening through the curtain which drew Oreo and Mochi to lie in the light spots.
"No school for us today." I hushed, she looked confused. "I think we all need a day in."
"But your work…" she began, I hushed her.
"Don't worry, we both decided this; besides we wouldn't have lasted, Shou might have expelled your whole class." I joked, she giggled.
"Ha, ha, Hizashi, I only expel those with no potential," Shou grumbled, but he had a smile in his eyes.
"That wouldn't be good…" she chuckled, I smiled at her.
"This feels like a pyjama day!" I announced. "how does pancakes sound?"
"Sounds good." Shou hummed, Yashiro nodded, and we all got up.
"Pancakes then how about some movies, anything you want sweetie?" I posed, Yashiro light up.
"Can we watch Porco Rosso?" she asked, I nodded, and she hugged me.
"You and Shou can set up the movie list while I make us pancakes, sound good Yashiro?" I hummed, she nodded, and I tussled her hair, I want to see her smile again.
(Yashiro's POV)
We were on our fourth movie, we watched Porco Rosso, Kiki's Delivery Service, Tangled, and now we were watching The Muppet Movie. I only found it in English with subtitles, but Dad and Papa seemed engrossed. I am not surprised this movie could melt most people's hearts, it felt timeless.
"I like the music." Papa hummed, I nodded.
"They have good music," I said.
"I am more curious about why no one is worried about the puppets…" Dad muttered, I giggled.
"Muppets and this is meant for kids you know," I stated, he chuckled.
"Are there more?" Papa asked I nodded.
"Yep, back in my time, they were just reviving their films with the new studio," I answered Papa nodded.
"Was this a show when you were a kid?" Dad asked I shook my head.
"It was on when my big sister was young, but we watched the movies a lot as kids." I hummed; I still remember watching the Muppet Treasure Island at school when I was younger.
"How much older was your sister?" Papa said I picked up a chip munching.
"Hmm, sixteen years older," I stated, they looked confused. "I know, big age gap, she was my half-sister, Mom had her around my age. Through her I had a nephew; he was nine last time I saw him."
"How many siblings did you have?" Papa questioned.
"Four half-sisters, my full-blooded brother and a stepbrother, and well my brother in law was around since I was a baby."
"Seems confusing," Dad muttered, I giggled nodding.
"It is, but it was nice, I got to be the middle child and the youngest." I added.
"Later do you want to see if we can find pictures of your family. We can frame them." Papa offered, I turned to him smiling.
"I would love that." I hummed; I may miss my family, but I have a new one now.
(Yamada's POV)
Seems this day off helped her cope and accept what had happened, I had a few images on my thumb drive to get printed at my office tomorrow when I recorded. We found one of her Mother, then one of each of her siblings and her nephew. She looked odd out of them, she had jet black hair and freckles. Her siblings all had either blonde or brunette hair. Only the younger girls shared her freckles, but she had her Mother's eyes.
"Look at this," Shou muttered I turned to see him pull up a man that looked like her.
"Is that?" I began, he nodded, I snarled looking at him. "He doesn't deserve to look like her in any way."
"Agreed, I was looking up and I found out he died from an illness all alone." He muttered; I could feel his disgust for the man.
"Should have been worse…" I huffed, he nodded.
"You going to print those photos at your studio?"
"Yep, I'll send an assistant to get a frame."
"Add one of our wedding."
"Huh?"
"It might help her feel like she has one family."
"Good idea, you are so sweet, Shou. Will do, now we should probably hit the hay. Tomorrow is gonna be a long one."
"Yeah, love you 'Zashi."
"Aw love you to Shou."