Chapter Text
The birds flew past as the sun started to set, casting an orange glow to the environment. A young man walking along the sidewalk, texting someone as he did. His backpack was pulled over his shoulder, his hand grabbing onto the strap.
He walked through the city, going through an alleyway and making his way to the bad side of town, putting his phone away as he passed by a group of men. He knew they also attacked people that openly showed they had some money, so he made sure all he showed was his stitched up backpack. But they wouldn’t actually dare hurt him, too much. They had learned better, but the other groups hadn’t.
He finally made it back to his apartment, using the spare key to get in. The door creaked open, a sound he grew used to over the years. He took off his shoes, leaving them at the front before walking into the main room, placing his backpack down.
“Kai.”
He tensed as he heard the voice, turning his gaze to the living room couch. A hand came up, motioning for him to come closer. He did as he was told, walking until he was in front of the man. “Do you need anything?…father.” “I received a phone call from your school today.” Kai averted his gaze, not wanting to look into the golden eyes of his father. “They told me you almost took another student’s arm off during your lunch period. Is this true?” Kai was silent, knowing any response would anger his father more. “Answer.” He flinched at the tone, knowing what usually came afterwards. “It is…” His father stood up, grabbing Kai’s chin so they could look at each other. He saw silent fury in the eyes in front of him, feeling a tingling sensation under his skin
Kai’s back was against the wall, clenching his left eye from the pain. “You’re lucky I didn’t do worse.” His father stomped over to him, crouching down to see the damage he did. “Clean up.” He got up and walked to his room, leaving Kai alone. Kai moved his hand from his face, blood soaking his glove. He froze up on the sight, his hand trembling.
He quickly stood up and walked to the bathroom. Once there, he removed his gloves, using his now free hand to heal his wound with his quirk. He groaned at the pain, but quickly washed his hands before covering them with new, clean gloves.
He walked into his room, silently closing the door before going to his bed. He sat down on the old mattress, sighing into his hands. A vibration in his pocket reminded him of his phone. Taking his phone out, he saw a text from his friend, Hari.
Hari- Yo, you good? You haven’t been this silent when going home.
Kai- No. My father destroyed my eye because of what happened at lunch.
Hari- Seriously! Again?! Did you tell him what happened?
Kai- He never gave me the chance. Even if I did, he wouldn’t care.
Hari- That sucks. You could stay with me and my uncle if you want.
Kai- You know he’d just come looking for me if I did. I don’t want to put your family in danger.
Hari- I just wish you didn’t have such a crappy father.
Kai- You’re not the only one.
Hari- …
Hari- Can you still come on Saturday?
Kai- Maybe, it depends on his mood.
Hari- Okay. My uncle says stay safe.
Kai- Thanks
Kai turns off his phone, letting it charge on his nightstand as he lays down. He turned on his side, his eyes going to the family photo on his desk. It was when he was younger, before he developed his quirk. He had caught a fish on a trip to one of the islands, gaining a hat from his grandfather. He was the one that took the picture. Kai’s eyes remained on one figure, his mother. Her blue eyes stood out from his and his dad’s golden eyes. The only resemblance he had to her was his brown hair, as his father had black hair.
Tears formed in his eyes as he remembered his 8th birthday. It was the day his life changed. His mother had taken him with her to walk around a park, laughing when Kai got ice cream on his hand. That’s when the sound rang out, and his mother fell to the ground. He had blocked out what happened due to the pain, but he remembered seeing the officials taking her body away as he was held back to not use his quirk. His father seemed unfazed by her death, which was expected as the two divorced when Kai was 6 due to his treatment after Kai developed his quirk at 4.
He turned away from the photo, wiping his tears away before they ruined his face. He pulled the covers over him, trying to dull out the noises from outside as night grew on.
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Kai was sitting in a chair inside his teacher’s office. He had been ordered to stay behind with another student. Kai refused to look at the boy next to him, remembering what happened yesterday during lunch period. He felt the other student’s gaze on his neck, his hairs standing on end.
“I hate you, Chisaki.” “So? The feeling is mutual, Akui.” The two glare at each other until they hear the door open, their teacher walking in. “Boys. You both know why you’re here.” “Yes, Mr. Aizawa.” “Good.” He takes a seat, looking disapproving of the two.
They both averted their gaze. “You two really shouldn’t be fighting all the time.” “It’s not my fault I’m classmates with a villain’s son. “ Kai bristles, his blood boiling. “You-!” “Boys!” Mr. Aizawa sighs, shaking his head. “Akui. You can leave.” Akui stands up, giving Kai a glare before leaving.
“Kai.” The young man tenses up, not wanting to look at his teacher. “Look at me, Kai.” Kai slowly looks at Mr. Aizawa. “You need to control your anger, Kai. I don’t want to call your father again.” “I’m sorry.” Mr. Aizawa stood up going over to Kai before motioning for him to stand up. Kai does as he’s told, freezing as he’s pulled into a hug. He hesitantly wraps his arms around his teacher, tears falling from his eyes. “It’s okay, Kai. You’re in a safe space here.” At his words, Kai allows himself to be vulnerable.
Mr. Aizawa looks up as the door opens, seeing his son sliding in with takeout. “Uhh, is he okay?” Mr. Aizawa lets Kai sit back down, going over to his son. “He’s having trouble, Shota. I won’t elaborate further.” “Alright.” Shota places the takeout on his father’s desk, taking his food before sitting down.
Mr. Aizawa grabbed his food, throwing the bag away before walking to Kai. “Here. You need it more than I do.” Kai was about to speak up when Mr. Aizawa interrupted him. “You rarely eat during lunch and you surely don’t get food at home. I don’t know how you’re even still standing.”
Mr. Aizawa goes back to his desk, leaving Kai to eat the food. Shota watched as he hesitantly ate, trying to block the view of him eating. His face soured, already knowing what might be going on.