Marinette Kirishima is Eijiro's little sister, two years his junior. Unlike her brother, Marinette was born without a quirk, which led to her parents treating her differently. Despite her efforts to excel academically and be the perfect daughter, no...
My bedroom door slammed open, jerking me awake. My wide red eyes darted around the room, my heart racing. I hadn't slept at all last night. I was up cleaning every room, the kitchen, and the bathrooms. My mother stood in the doorway, glaring at me.
"You don't do any shit in this house, yet you sleep in?! Ungrateful brat! Get your ass up and get cooking!" She stormed out, slamming the door so hard that my picture frame fell to the floor and cracked.
I sighed, stood up, and stretched. I picked up the broken picture frame. It was a photo of me and my older brother, Eijiro. He's coming to visit for the weekend, which is tomorrow. I'm excited about that. He's the best person I know, and I love him very deeply.
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I looked around my messed-up room. It had a broken mattress, a thin sheet for a blanket, a shattered window that let in cold air at night, and not much else. I washed up, tied my dark blue midnight hair in a messy bun, and started cooking breakfast for my parents.
They weren't my real parents. I was adopted by them for show. They had hoped I would develop a quirk, but I didn't. That's why they treat me like this.
"Hurry the fuck up. I need to leave for work. Unlike you." My father scoffed, eating the food I put on the table.
I sighed and hurried to prepare my mother's breakfast before she came down. My body ached, I was exhausted and just drained.
"Get to school. I don't want to get a call because you missed school again!" My mother grabbed my hair and forced me to look up at her. "You heard that, you scum?" She spat on me when I nodded.
I barely spoke anymore. Never around my parents. Just a few words with Eijiro and that was it.
Once my parents left for work, I went up to my room and lay down on my mattress for a little rest. Just for a bit... I closed my eyes.
I woke up with a start, eyes widening. Shit... I grabbed my uniform, fixed my hair, grabbed my bag, and ran out of the house. The clock read 9:30. Classes started at 8:45. Shit, shit, shit. Ignoring the pain coursing through my body, I ran to school.
I pushed open the school doors and rushed to my class. I'm 14, in my last year of Junior High. Most of my classmates have quirks and will be attending Hero High Schools next year. I get bullied for being quirkless.
"And where were you?" My teacher asked, a ruler in her hand.
I looked down, making everyone laugh. My teacher grabbed my hand and slapped the ruler on my palm five times as punishment. I took it with no emotion.
The laughter of my classmates echoed in my ears as I stood there, staring at the floor. I barely felt the pain from the ruler, just like I barely felt the pain from my parents anymore. It was all just part of my life. A life where my existence seemed to be a burden to everyone around me.
