"STOP BEING SO WEAK! WHAT KIND OF SON ARE YOU? QUIT WITHHOLDING FROM ME!"

The angry shouts ring in my ears, my nose drips bright red blood, leaving small crimson trails down my face, evidence of overworking myself, my body wearing out. Small silent tears prick at my eyes, I will them to go away, but they do not listen, and make the screaming worse than before.

"AND NOW YOU'RE CRYING? NO SON OF MINE IS GOING TO CRY! WIPE AWAY THOSE TEARS AND GET BACK TO TRAINING! NOW!"

My lower lip trembles as I struggle to get back up to my feet, blood splattering on the floor, I wince inwardly, knowing it'll be my job to clean it up once this is over or the "training sessions" will get worse tomorrow.

Only three years old and he's already set on making me his successor, to "surpass AllMight". I just want to go back to mom, but she's angry with me, I don't know why, I keep on asking what's wrong but she just turns away and makes me leave. I miss T̶o̶y̶a̶....he protected me from the monsters, I wish he didn't leave, but he told me I couldn't tell anyone, but then Father found out and-

I recoil from the memories, blinking back to the present. I see a flaming fist flying straight at me before everything goes black.

I miss T̶o̶y̶a̶.....

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My forehead is cold and wet- why? I slowly open my eyes before slamming them back shut immediately from the brightness of the lights, my head is pounding, and everything hurts, especially my nose, for some reason-

Oh.

The memories flow back, blood, flames, shouting, tears, and a fist.

Father.

I open my eyes wearily again, this time the lights have lowered I thank whoever saved my eyes from blindness and wince, struggling to sit up before crying out in pain.

Someone shushes me softly,

So not Mom.

Not T̶o̶y̶a̶.

Not Natsuo.

Must be Fuyumi.

I blink again, clearing my vision enough to see Fuyumi was indeed the one who had shushed me, I open my mouth only for her to silently shake her head, mouthing the words, "Dad home, can't speak."

I nod in understanding, silently wincing in the resulting pain. Now noticing the new bandages along my arms and head, my nose had stopped bleeding at the very least, that was good, Father would've been furious if I was still bleeding. He would've deemed it weak, l̶i̶k̶e̶ T̶o̶y̶a̶.

I shake my head, riding myself if the unwelcome thoughts, waiting for the next training session to begin, Fuyumi silently mouthing an apology before leaving, not wanting to be caught helping me by Father.

W̶h̶y̶ a̶m̶ I̶ t̶h̶e̶ o̶n̶l̶y̶ o̶n̶e̶ h̶e̶ d̶e̶e̶m̶e̶d̶ h̶i̶s̶ s̶u̶c̶c̶e̶s̶s̶o̶r̶?̶ W̶h̶y̶ d̶o̶e̶s̶ M̶o̶m̶ h̶a̶t̶e̶ m̶e̶?̶ W̶h̶y̶ d̶i̶d̶ T̶o̶y̶a̶ l̶e̶a̶v̶e̶?̶

W̶h̶y̶ m̶e̶?̶