── ﹙destruction﹚駆除
★ 📒﹟ anime ⌗ my hero academia (written and drawn by Kōhei Horikoshi)
❝ I figured that the bravest thing I could do was to face it head-on.❞
The path of vengeance is an agonizingly long and lonely one. That is why we are taught t...
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First Meeting, First Date, Marriage, First Child, Second Child- her life was neatly organized into memories captured in photos. Kwong Si-ah, now 33, gazed tenderly at the collection spread before her. Storing memories in photos wasn't the most practical habit for someone in her line of work, but it was a small piece of normalcy she clung to happily.
She chuckled softly. Her son had been having a bit too much fun with her old camera lately. Si-ah picked up a polaroid of her daughter sleeping next to their old cat. The poor creature had outlived everyone's expectations, so when it finally passed, the children were devastated. But learning to cope with loss was part of life, something Si-ah understood all too well.
"Ayaka!" Her husband, Haru, called out. The woman got up from the kitchen table and walked towards the backyard.
Ayaka- her alias, of course. The Kwong family has deep ties to the South Korean government dating back to the Golden Dark Age, information that cannot be exposed carelessly. Fujimori Ayaka- 'Wisteria Forest' 'Petal'- aged 33, worked under the Japanese government, specifically the HPSC, as a (reluctant) trade-off between both governments.
"What happened?" Ayaka opened the door, her (literal) cat eyes scanning the area. Her breath caught when she saw an entire tree lying on the ground, its trunk split cleanly in half. Her gaze shifted to her youngest child, her son Hideki, who was lying on the ground, sound asleep.
"Hideki did that!" Haru exclaimed excitedly, his medium blond hair shining in the sunlight. He sat there, grinning, as if their child passing out next to a freshly felled tree was perfectly normal.
"Hideki...? You're kidding," Ayaka muttered, her mind racing as she inspected the damage. "He must've inherited my quirk."
"No way, it's mine!" Haru protested. "I saw him makin' a blade thingy!"
"Haru, no six-year-old is strong enough to cut a tree in half with a blade. My quirk enhances physical strength. It has to be that."
Haru grumbled, clearly not convinced. Ayaka shook her head and ruffled his light brunette hair before sitting down next to him on the porch. "How did he trigger it, anyway?"
"He threw a tantrum after I refused to give him sweets."
"This kid... He's been eating too much candy—!"
"Wonder who he got that from," Haru teased.
Ayaka pouted. "Not everything is because of me. You're the one spoiling him all the time!"
"Ah- well-" Haru faltered, his argument evaporating into thin air.
"Tsk, tsk, you're a grown man, why are you behaving like a small child?" Ayaka sighed, patting his back as she stood up. "Come on, I'm taking him inside. You go prepare something for him in case he's hungry or tired when he wakes up. If it's a combination of our quirks, he's sure to be exhausted."
Haru nodded and headed inside while Ayaka crouched down to poke her son's forehead gently. "Hideki~ Are you sleepy?"
The small child, no older than six, grumbled in response, rolling onto his side. Ayaka giggled, easily lifting him into her arms. She carried him upstairs to his small, cosy room, laying him on the bed and tucking him in. "If you're hungry, just come downstairs or call for us, okay?"
"Mn," Hideki mumbled, sinking into his bed, his dark wavy hair covering most of his face.
Returning to the kitchen, Ayaka watched Haru prepare gimbap. "Shouldn't Sara be home by now?" he asked, glancing at his wristwatch.
"She'll be home, don't worry," Ayaka said, taking a bite of diced chicken. "She's technically quirkless, but she's not helpless."
"I know, but... I can't help but be worried."
"She'll be fine-"
"Mom~! Dad~!" A teenage girl's voice shouted from the entrance.
Ayaka smiled knowingly. "See? Perfectly fine, just returning from another horrible day at a school where she despises everyone."
"Sara! Where were you?" Haru called out as their daughter stumbled into the living room.
"I was sulking," Sara muttered, dropping onto the couch.
"Y'should've finished your sulk session 'fore comin' home. Don't ruin my house with bad energy," Haru teased.
"Oh, shut up," Sara huffed, burying her face in her hands. "They're ruining my life! First, the rumour that I was dating the school delinquent, and now it's that I'm dating some high schooler?! I barely know anyone in my own grade!"
"It's because you're so pretty," Ayaka said matter-of-factly. "People love seeing pretty people suffer. Take it from your beautiful mother, whose genes you inherited." She flipped her hair dramatically.
Sara sighed and dragged herself to the kitchen island. "What's Dad making?"
"Gimbap," Haru replied.
"Aw, no way, I like sashimi more."
"It's for your brother. He got his quirk today."
Sara's jaw dropped. "And none of you thought to mention this to me until now?"
"We were more interested in what you middle schoolers are up to these days," Ayaka teased.
Sara frowned. "Whose quirk did he get?"
"It's probably a combination," Ayaka shrugged.
"No way!" Sara sulked. "That bastard—"
"Oi, don't talk 'bout ya' brother like that," Haru scolded. "Ya quirk ain't bad either."
"I dunno," Sara crossed her arms. "I'm never gonna do anything with my quirk, so I don't know why I'm so annoyed that he got a better one."
"Hmm, ya both true opposites, huh?" Haru laughed as he finished cutting the gimbap into perfect slices.
Ayaka sighed, pretending to swoon. "Ah~ Isn't my husband the greatest?" she teased, clasping her hands together.
"S-shut up," Haru blushed like a schoolboy.
"Bleh, go get a room," Sara groaned, heading upstairs.
