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One week later...

     "M-Mother?!" I said desperately, standing in front of the mirror as I held my hair in the bathroom.

"What happened, F/N?!" She yelled, as she burst in the room.

She watched with fear in her eyes as my H/N hair split in half, so it was white on the left side and black on the right. My own eyes widened as my left eye became blue and my right a dark red.

"N-No way, b-but the doctor said that your quirk would be-!" She was interrupted by Father stomping into the bathroom.

His emotionless eyes became as big as saucers in surprise.

"Well, what's this?!" He grinned maniacally, as black flames burst on his facial hair.

"Looks like Doctor Hinashinto was wrong! You have both our quirks, don't you?!" Father smiled eerily once more, giving me the chills.

At that time, I didn't know what hell would await me...

10 years later at *** middle school...

"E-Excuse me, L/N F/N! Will you go out wi-"

"No thank you." I cut him off, as my long, black and white hair flew in the wind.

"I am not here for love life." I added coldly, walking away with graceful steps.

"P-Please! Give me a chance! I love you, even though you have that horrendous scar!" He yelled, running after me.

"Didn't you hear me the first time? I am not here for love life." I answered a bit more meaner than before because of the mention of my scar, sending a wall of ice to his way.

***

"Hah, I'm home, Himari-nee." I said, taking off my shoes.

"Ah! Welcome back, F/N!" She exclaimed, smiling widely in her blue gown and white jewelry.

"Hm." I hummed in reply, as I walked up the stairs of the japanese-styled house we resided in.

"I made cold soba, your favorite!" Himari-nee yelled, as I made it up my room.

"Give me ten minutes." I shot back, as I closed the sliding door.

I opened my closet, and grabbed a F/C shirt that was adorned in diamonds and a black skirt that hugged my curvy body.

Hah... living in a luxurious family meant that you had to wear luxurious clothes, sadly.

***

"F/N." Father growled, as he looked at me with a fierce gaze.

"What do you want." I spat, not even looking his way.

"Your training session started 30 minutes ago, and don't speak to me with that attitude!" He roared, sending black flames at me from his shadow, which I dodged.

"Oh! Seems like you have gotten a bit better." He grunted, putting the flames out of the object that was burned instead of my arm.

"But that is not important." He fixed his tie and dusted his tuxedo.

Oh? That was surprising. He usually gave me a lecture of how to respond more often in training.

"I gave you a recommendation for UA's hero course." He smiled maliciously, lighting all his facial hair with black fire, like Endeavor does.

"WHAT?!" I yelled angrily, turning my head to look at him. I didn't want a recommendation from trash like him!

"I decli-" I was interrupted by Father's icy gaze.

"YOU. WILL. DO. AS. I. SAY." he growled, as I nodded with my lips in a thin line.

"Good. Come downstairs for training in five minutes. You will not be going to sleep tonight."

Every single day, I wanted to throw him out of a window.

But I couldn't.

Because he made sure to embed in my mind of who was in charge and who was not.

TO BE CONTINUED...

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