𝔼𝕣𝕒𝕤𝕖 𝕎𝕙𝕒𝕥? [ON HOLD]

𝕚𝕧

3 Years Later
Lily's POV

"Papa? Dad? Ready to go?!" I call into the seemingly quiet house. I inherited my Papa's loud voice because within seconds he was standing in front of me, his hair up in a big yellow spike and his hero suit on.

"YEAHHH," He yells into the void. Also into my face.

"Alright you two go start the car I'm gonna go make some last-minute checkups, I've never been to school before!" I end as they begin walking to the car.

I walk to the mirror and look at myself. My hair was down to my knees now, I've never cut it, just a few trims here and there, it was just naturally long. Kinda like Papas. But curly black like Dad's.

I check over my outfit again, I was starting UA this year and was getting in on recommendations from Papa and a lot of other pro heroes.

But they still wanted me to look at who my classmates may be. So I was going with them to look everyone over.

My outfit is simple, but very much my style. Lots of dark tones. I had a cute hourglass figure and was very thankful that I was a little flat-chested. It made it easier to move, and mobility is everything because of my quirk.

Dad had been the one training me, ever since I was ten. I had asked him to, giving the idea that I wanted to be a pro. He had reluctantly said yes and I was grateful. I had grown up with a lot of hand-to-hand combat after that due to the training I got specifically from my Dad.

"Alright, you know the rule?" Dad said from the front when I entered the car.

"'Don't let anyone know your last name or else we may be targeted.' Yeah, I remember!" I said. I looked into the rearview mirror at my eyes. I had a liner and mascara something I knew wouldn't happen every day, but wanted to do it for once since I felt pretty that morning.

Along with my genetically inherited eye bags. Like my raven-haired dad.

"Good," He said before Papa started driving, he drove crazy, but at this point, I was used to everything from him being extra. It was one of the things I loved about my parents. They have learned to accept the annoying parts of each other. Making up what the other lacks.

Energy? Papa takes care of that.

Order? Dad takes care of that.

Time? Dad takes care of that.

Noise? Papa takes care of that.

Love for me? They both work on that together. Which ultimately makes me love them even more.

Sure we've had our fights, but who doesn't? It's better to argue your side of a serious matter than immediately agree with somebody.

We make it to UA and my parents allow me to walk in the gates. They said it was a moment they both remember clearly.

I agree tiredly and make my way to the front of the school. Walking in the front gates in awe.

Nothing was holding me back now.

I will become a pro.

Suddenly I feel a bump on my shoulder, I look to the owner to find an ashy blond with red eyes. "Fucking watch where you're going, you dumbass!" He yells, I just look at him and then keep walking.

That boy wasn't worth my time. Nor my energy. He screams after me. Until I feel his hand on my shoulder. That was it.

I took his hand grabbed it, and threw him to the ground. "Don't touch me. Thanks." I gave him a small smile.

He looked completely taken aback. "WELL, FUCK YOU TOO. DON'T GET IN MY WAY." I just let him go and continued my inside, then took a hard right and walked past the auditorium, instead, going behind the stage where I knew Dad was. I yawned. Knowing I was gonna take a nap when I got back there. It was the entrance exam. Nothing special, I'd heard the speech from Papa so many times I bet I could quote him.

I get back there and see Dad in the yellow sleeping bag I'd gifted him two years ago for Christmas. I smiled before getting my blanket and pillow out and laid next to him.

I fell asleep quickly and was only awoken when Dad started pouring cold water onto my face.

The paper test was done and it was now on to the physical one. I followed Papa to the first exam area. Letting my long hair sway behind me.

I watched as a green-haired broccoli boi ran around. He looked hopeless until the end when he took out a zero-pointer with nothing but a single punch.

How much did that kid train?? It was crazy to think of what he could do if he got it under control. He looked like he had broken three of his goddamn limbs! Crazy.

I also watched as the ash-blonde from earlier demolished every pointer quickly. It was quite scary if I was being honest. Like he was enjoying bringing pain, or smashing things?

If those two were in the same class as me I would never get to sleep, they both looked like they were stubborn people.

Papa patted me on the head as the test ended. And I followed him back to Dad. They both looked grim like they knew that these kids were likely to overthrow everyone here.

I laughed slightly, "I think I might know who's gonna be in class with me," I smiled. "Do you both remember the broccoli-hair-colored boy and the ash-blond one?" Both my dads nodded.

"Both are powerhouses. Which means they'll be with class 1-A. Watch. I'm gonna predict it now." Both gave a smile. One more than another.

"OUR LILY IS NEVER WRONG. WHAT DO YOU MEAN?!" I grinned, before grabbing each of their hands.

"I want a nap. When are we leaving?"