Cruelty

Admitted to japan's most prestigious school without any prior preparation. That sure makes one feel overconfident in their abilities. Not you, however.                              And your mom didn't think anything good of it either.

"Have you gone insane?" Your mother's voice didn't have to be loud to sound like a reprimand. She spoke quietly, with the anger stuck between her teeth.

"Have I gone insane?" You jeered back "You are the mad one that's yelling at me for getting an admission letter from a school with a 0.2 acceptance rate!"

"Watch your tone, young lady"

"I'm just saying that you are making it sound like it's such a horrible thing"

"You expect me to congratulate you!?" her adding the sarcastic remarks didn't help the situation

"A little support is never taken for granted"

"You want my support?" The bitter tone again "After I specifically told you not to take the exam. After you directly disobey me and disrespect me"

"I wouldn't say much as disrespect..."

"THAT'S ENOUGH" The bitter tone was gone, and instead was replaced by her slamming her hand in the table in front of you

"But mother I was just trying to..."

"Didn't I make myself clear?" Her voice got quiet once more, "I don't want to hear a word from you"

Sometimes it was difficult to distinguish your mother's sarcastic tone from her angry one. This was not one of those times.

You gave one last glance to your mother, hoping to find the smallest glint of happiness in her face, but she wasn't even able to look back at you.
So, with a knot in your throat, you walked back to your room.

This time you messed up. And the worst part of it, you didn't felt bad about it.

49 villain points, I guess I miscounted a little smile appeared in the corner of your mouth as you re-read the admission letter you've got this morning.

Despite passing your written test with a somewhat average grade, your results of the practical test were as follows:

49 villain points, 22 rescue points.
Second Place

That smile that appeared in your face that once was little, now was basically impossible to hide, going from one side of your face to the other.
Weren't you able to feel good about your accomplishments?
Was it wrong to be proud of what you did?
Couldn't you rejoice at your results?

You didn't have much time alone to celebrate, because a slight knock was heard from the other side of the door.

You knew instantly who it was.

"Y/n, can we talk"

"Yes father, the door is opened"

It was clearly not your mother.
She will never talk to you first after a fight, or knock on the door for that matter.

Your father, a slim tall man, with jet black hair, a prominent beard, and rectangular glasses, walked through the frame of the door, almost knocking his head on one of the ceiling lights you had around your room.

"So, what did you do this time" he sat down at the foot of the bed staring carefully at the crumpled letter you had in your hand

You sat down in the chair across from him, wary of the whole situation, you handed him the letter without saying a word.

He took it in his hands, scanned for a couple of seconds, fixing his glasses while re-reading the important parts, "Well, no wonder your mother is acting like that" he looked at you over his spectacles, but in contrast with your mother, you saw the small glint of happiness on his eyes.

That small glint of happiness you were so desperately looking for.

"I didn't expect to pass", was your only form of excuse

"You surely did try to"

"Why shouldn't I have?"

"Your mother did mention that you were just taking the exam for fun, why try in something you had no intention of obtaining?"

"Aren't you two the ones always reminding me to always give me best, even when is not necessary" you stood up from the chair talking in a louder tone "I don't know why is such a big deal the fact that I tried my best and paid off, isn't that what mother is always pressuring me about?" Now, you were pacing your room moving your hands to convey your desperate emotions "So what are you telling me? That all you taught me is not true? I'm not supposed to give my best, then? Was I supposed to be average at something I could exceed in?"

"That's not what I said," your father calmly talked watching you with a little smile "I was just wondering if you had other intentions as to why you gave your best. Never said it was wrong"

"Oh, I see" you sighed sitting back down "Other intentions? Like what?"

"I don't know, have you thought about assisting to UA?"

The question struck you like lightning.
Of course, you've thought several times about assisting to Japan's most prestigious school. Who wouldn't?
And having the chance, the opportunity to actually attend seemed unreal. Ever since you were little that's what everyone talked about, being a hero and attending UA high.
You never thought you actually had a real shot at it.

But you couldn't.
It was not in your plans. It was never an option. Just a vague dream in the back of your head.
But when your father said it like that, it sounded like a possibility.

"T-that was not part of the plan" You slightly stutter trying to find the right words

"What plan?"

"You know, going to the United States for high school, then coming back for the holidays and do internships"

"Is that your plan?" He questioned, "Or your mom's"

The answer was easy.
It was never your choice, it was your mother's.
Ever since... the accident. Every single thing you did was carefully calculated by your mom. Where you attended school, what you did afterward, your extracurriculars, even your friends. It was all her big plan for your perfect life.
That included your future and what you did with it.

"She's never gonna let me go to UA"

"It's that what worries you?"

"Father you know she literally has my bags already packed, if it was up to her she'll send me on the next flight to the United States"

"But it's that what you want to do?"

Another simple answer. No.

You just raised your shoulders in response "I ain't got many options"

Your father was thoughtful for a couple of seconds, maybe looking at you trying to understand how you felt, he then proceeded to carefully grab one of your hands, you raised your head to meet his kind eyes.
He didn't say anything, you didn't either. But both knew.

"So UA High School, Huh"

"Dad..."

He lets go of your hand and stands up from the bed smiling, "I'll be fine, buttercup"

"I don't think it's a good idea" you called back at him as he walked towards the door

"Is anything we decide a good idea?" He stopped in the mark of the door with his back turned at you, "what I wonder, who's the person you have in your head"

"The person I have in my head?"

"It must have been a real incentive"

"I don't understand"

"You will" and without anything else, he left your room.

Sometimes it scared you how much your father knew you, he even knew you better than you did yourself.

But you didn't have time to dwell on that or the weird words from your father. Because you knew he was going to talk to your mother, and it wouldn't be pretty.

Hopefully, you made the right decision, and attending to UA didn't end up back-firing you. Hopefully being admitted to Japan's most prestigious school is as good as it sounds, and changing your plans is worth it.

"y/n WANTS WHAT!?"

and hopefully, your mother didn't end up burning the whole house down.