Consequences
Life has always been somewhat ... difficult for many people. Especially parents in this day in age, why?
well that's a great question
because of the adaptation of quirks of course. They can be predictable and random, boring or strange, fun or non-existent. But never... since they appeared has anything been deemed impossible
it is maddening how a lack of joint in a pinkey toe can lead to such change in a person's life. But what is crazy is normal, and what normal was is now boring. And that doesn't seem like much fun now does it
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Eraserhead, more formally known as Shouta Aizawa would call himself a normal man. He likes to sleep, have coffee, and be a Hero. Although these three seem to correlate more than one would think
he stays up all night watching over the streets and saving those from what lingers in the darkness. He keeps drugs off the streets and women in their homes and children in their beds. Because of his reverse way of living, he's more prone to tiredness, especially with he overuses his quirk and the dry eye he seems to get.
however, Shouta Aizawa is also a teacher and a nasty one at that. When he doesn't get enough sleep- which happens to be the majority of the time, he has to rely on his beloved coffee to keep him awake, or his class will have hell to pay
although MsJoke, or less known as Emi Fukukado. Is the complete opposite. She likes sweets, smiling and laughing, oh and Hero work too so they have that is similar. She likes hero work the most- more than Erasure head. Only because she gets to see him. Shouta Aizawa, her completely binary opposite
and you know the saying.... opposites attract. And at some point they did. They fell in love, got married and somewhere along the line had a child. and all was good and they were happy
until that day came, like any other child in the 80% faction of this superhuman world. The day they get their quirk
now now, let's start from the basics.
As obvious as it may be, Shouta's quirk is Erasure, allowing him to erase any quirk when he sets his gaze upon the person. However, this only applies to those with a meta ability, not one with a mutation.
his wife, Emi was gifted with a quirk of laughter, causing her to send anyone into a fit of giggles and cackles whenever she deemed fit.
and when you mix those wonderful quirks, as well as killing good looks together
you get me
the bi-product
a maddening one to say the least
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Dad wasn't home a lot when I was younger. And at first, I admired that. He was a good person and an ever greater Hero. From what I had heard from my mom anyway. She would always tell me how strong he was, even without his quirk. And when he was there to put me to sleep, he would sometimes tell me himself
I would come to find at a later date that I wasn't as interested in how my dad was so Heroic. It was more along the lines of the detailed fights, the bloodshed and what he used to find upsetting. Death.
but it wasn't upsetting, not to me anyway. So perhaps parents should tell their children stories in such gruesome details. Because one day they might turn those bedtime stories into their own reality.
just a piece of advice
when I started to become older, bedtime stories were less frequent. From mom and from dad. She was too tired from her long day, not to mention taking care of me. And dad... he took a hiatus.
sure school is important. But are your students really that more important than your flesh and blood daughter. Dad seemed it think so, he would blame it on how he didn't want them to get seriously injured or die. It's exactly how he lost his friend. And I get that I really do.
so call me selfish for wanting my dad's attention. Call me whatever you'd like for being jealous of the students he seemed to care for more than me, the child he wanted. Call me obsessive for trying to spend more time with him
Because those are the things he called my mother when she finally had enough of his lack of appearance around the house.
She stopped counting how many dinners he missed.
She made her own warmth in the cold bed they used to share.
Mom smiled through my questions "is daddy coming home tonight?"
she was there through the birthdays he started to miss.
She WAS there... until she wasn't. Until that smile, she used to uphold so easily began to drain her emotions- until she was just as tired as him
"There are other things that can give your life your life meaning Shouta" she was trying to be quiet but the sound travelled down the corridor and up the stairs where I sat on the top step listening closely
"like what! Like you- like y/n?" He responded, voice cracking- tired as usual. That's it- he was just tired, he didn't know what he was saying. Right?
A silence ran across the house, and I held my breath- waiting for him to say it. Say that he was just tired, that he didn't mean it, that he took it back. Because it couldn't be true. Could it?
"This is the part where you apologise" Mom took a step back, crossing her arms and shifting her weight. I slip down the step, then another, and to be safe one more so I could peek through the gap
Like I pictured, mom had her arms crossed, and head down looking at the floor. Holding back her tears. But dad... he just watched, stone face.
"This is the part where you leave" he wasn't being serious, surely. It was one big joke because that is what mom liked. He was just pranking her. Mom loves pranks. Didn't she?
"fine... I can't watch you do this to yourself anymore Shouta" she turned around and took a step. Coming right to the stairs but stopped when he spoke again "oh is it too difficult for you? It is?"
her head turned to look at him over the shoulder. Never in my 7 years alive had I seen mom cry. She always smiled, she only cried if she laughed too much. But she wasn't laughing. Was this not a joke?
"yes, Shouta! It is, it breaks my heart to see you this way"
"no! Don't pity me!" He raised his voice and she turned her body to face him, "I'm not pitying you!"
"You care! SO MUCH" he yelled taking a step forward, but she didn't flinch. Even as he stormed towards her "don't you!" He stopped and suddenly it went quiet.
Mom was looking at me, tears wiped away. Her gaze was cold as he held eye contact with me. My breath hitched and my face was wet. Why was I crying?
Dad fell silent too, his eyes catching her she was looking away and at me. He opened his mouth to say something but mom already had me, holding me to her chest. I looked at him. But I didn't see my dad anymore. I didn't see a hero either. Just a hollow of man left.
"Goodbye Shouta"
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After that night everything was different. And mom began to pack her things the next day. I tried to help her but she didn't look at me. Did my black hair remind me of him?
I waited in my room for her to come to help me pack. I waited all day and she never came. The only thing I heard from her was the slamming of the front door to the house and the engine of her car running
My body moved quickly, running down the stairs and into the living room. Dad was sitting on the sofa staring at the wall. He didn't even try to stop her or me when I had opened the door and ran down the path only to see her car pull away
I ran in the street, watching it move further into the distance. She didn't break. Stop. Or hesitate, she just kept driving, further and further away. Without me
Dad became more tired, which I didn't think was possible. He was depressed, sluggish and less attentive than he already had been. He only got out of bed for work. I had to make do on my own
But the quiet house only made the voices in my head louder. Sometimes I would just lay on my floor and listen to them. I knew they were a part of my quirk. And the once joyful part began to wilt. My emotions were no longer mine, the feeling in my chest was no longer there
and everything went numb
I didn't know where dad was when I left the house. But it was dark outside which told me he was probably at work. I didn't care, I just followed the voices, I listened to where they told me to go, directing me to some old bar
The people there were nice, too nice. It made me sick. The only thing that made it better- the thing that gave me warmth, was the feeling of their sticky blood. So warm, so thick. It made me smile again. But it also made me crave it more. I knew what I did, but I didn't care.
I didn't care enough to go home afterwards either. I didn't care to listen to the missing case reports on the news. I didn't care to read the newspaper article on my missing child report.
so why did he care. Why did dad care so much that I left. When he wasn't present for me in the first place
the Missing reports soon began to turn into murder reports. But no one knew they were about the same person. I was no longer y/n Aizawa.
They called me the Smiler instead.
A token name for the killer who would carve smiley faces into their victim's bodies, perfect for the art pieces I left them. At least when their bodies were found the first thing they saw was someone smiling back at them- lip lines cut upwards to make them bigger. Quite frankly I thought I was being nice. If I found a dead body with a carved smile I think it would make the job easier. If anything they should thank me
DAD should thank me... after all.
he was the one to find the presents I left for him
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Aged 18
for years this game of tag went on. And boy was it fun, just like the old days huh. However erasure head didn't seem to like this game of Cat and mouse, I didn't take it to offence that he didn't like my presents too.
It only bought me more joy, his pain and suffering which only seemed to make him look more ragged as the years began to pass. I watched him closely, being sure to keep far infront of him. He had no clue who he was chasing after, which only seemed to make this more fun for me.
it would have hurt, knowing that he had moved on. Or at least tried to. Like moving house two years after I never returned. What if I wanted to come back huh? Selfish bastard, always thinking about his self
Mom seemed to get better. Her smile eventually came back. Which would have hurt me if I could feel anything in the first place. If anything it just made the voices louder, they seemed vengeance. But I'm not batman am i
I'd rather stay away and torment them, without letting them know who's doing it. maybe I would slowly drive them insane as they had done to me. Because even if it KILLS ME... I won't let them get away with this
I had heard about dad's injuries from a close friend. Said close friend was also the one to ask me whether or not I wanted to go meet the people who did it. Toga was always nice like that.
At first, I refused, I would be putting myself dangerously close to dad.
I only changed my mind when I saw how much he began to care for his students. It was different this time, I couldnt put my finger on it. Maybe it was because he acted more fatherly to them than he ever bothered doing for me.
ANd that made me a little jealous I'll admit. Because why should some strangers get to have him. When I couldn't. He wasn't THAT change that he started to care more about kids was he? No surely not
But then I stopped to think... what if he was doing this because he felt guilty. Maybe he was trying t make up for it, and redeem himself. It was exactly what he was doing. He is getting attached to them. he CARED for them
Then late in the year, I was proven correct. Because the sources I had heard from the raid of that run down Yakuza was that he was involved in saving the little girl. Eri? Is that the little brat's name- whatever, what's more, important is how he ADOPTED HER!
like he could just start a new family, forgetting the one HE destroyed.
And that bastard was doing well.. too well. He gave her the dad I COULD have HAD! How the fuck is that any fair. Why should she get all his love and attention? Why was she allowed around his students?
NOTHING MADE SENSE. It was backwards. And not to mention, so FUCKING UNFAIR!
I couldn't stand it. It drove me up that wall. And I had to do something about it. Somethingbecausethose precious title students and that fucking brat that clings to him like a lifeline. MY DAD
and then it hit me... maybe this was perfect
too perfect.
Because if he would no longer react to the bodies I left littered around his patrol route. Then maybe the bodies of his students would get a reaction out of him. MAYBE, that brat's dead body would push him over the edge. HAH he might even kill his self
What a wonderful plan it was
"and who are you?" The one with the raspy voice asked, scratching his neck anxiously
"you really don't know!" Toga was excited for me, I just looked at him tiredly, too tired to even bother to roll my eyes "yeah so what? Tell em ten blondie" she pulled on my arm dragging me closely with a devious smile
"Did you know why she never smiles?" She starts off topic but I know this is going to get somewhere. The boss man shook his head, he was going to start getting impatient
"becasue her Hero parents made her this way. They ruined her life!" He huffed angrily and Shigiraki looked to me for affirmIion and just subtly nodded
"her quirk made her go a little loopy" she metaphase by twirling her fingers but the side of her head "she can hear their voices, and they tell her what to do and who to kill isn't that right" I nodded again, this is tiring
"But when she does kill someone, all their yummy blood makes her happy. SOOOOO HAPPY!" She jumps behind me to lift her hand to my face to begin pulling on the corner of my mouth forcing me to smile
"So she thinks that because she is so happy, she should make them happy too. After all, she can be the last one smiling can she???" She leaves in there and the man's eyes widen in realisation. Took him long enough
"you're The Smiler" I nod silently once again and Toga jumps and claps now that he's caught on "isn't she just so cool. Even her knives are cool, they're just so pretty..'" her hand reached out for my sheathed knife stash but I stop her and she whines
" i just want to kill some little Heroes and have some fun leaving them to be found by their teacher" you shrugged Toga off as she tried to pocket your knives, she huffed and left it be
"Welcome to the league then..."
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The league weren't so bad I guess. the thing that made me feel awkward was how friendly they were with one another. I'd even call them a small family. Which made me sick. But I couldnt kill them. Not yet anyway. I needed them
So while they were off distracting my dad and his students- which were stupid enough to leave poor little Eri all alone. My plan fell into action. It was stupidly so easy. With them, distracted Kurogiri could open a gate. Thanks to Toga's report, the little girl would be with some upper-classmen. And with all the ruckus it would only be one. The quirkless one
Who would think that the rather large ball of sunshine Toogata was fighting some rather larger demons. All it took was a fraction of eye contact and he was on the floor screaming and crying. Eri was even easier to deal with. She was weak and pitiful. A quick kick to the head and she was knocked out and slung over my shoulder
Mirio tried to stop me. But the bigger they are the harder they fall. Especially when my quirk made their senses go into overdrive making him dazed and confused- easily to stab. Which is quite ironic when my quirk makes me so numb, yet its power can make anyone feel too much at once. With every kick, punch, one would feel like a pole being run through their body. Their brain would sense this and make the pain so overwhelming that they usually fainted or drove themselves mad. Mirio lasted the longest out of anyone I knew, so I spared him. the other little heroes would make it back in time before he bleeds out
By then, Eri would be with me, tied up n a chair and blindfolded. The perfect bait for the worst hero
Although she did scream and cry a lot. I'd seem to do that a lot around me. I wasn't even that scary. But then I thought. I do look like a female version of my dad. Which probably made things worse. Since he was the only adult this little brat trusted. Oh it just made it more golden
I was sitting infront of her, spoon-feeding some cold porridge out of an old can. It was probably out of date but she'll be fine. Not like I care anyway. The bruise on the side of her head swelled quite a lot and she cries when I poke it.
"so how is he then?" I only get a sniffle in response to my question. And I don't like behind ignored
pulling out my knife seems to catch her eye, even more so when I bring it too close to her arm and apply a tiny amount of pressure. The scars on her arms make me think she has been through something like this before. She's not even giving me a reaction, because she knows I could do worse
"I'll be nice and ask again. So don't make me repeat myself.... ever again" the little bit of blood runs onto my knife and I lift it to my lips allowing my tongue to swipe it. It's warm and sweet.
"W-who?" She can't be that stupid can she
"oh, no one... just my dad- you know?' Her head tilts and it makes me want to stab her in the neck, but I refrain
II sigh " I guess i should introduce myself shouldn't I?" I stand and brush off the dust collecting on the black cargo I wore. Bringing the knife up to my face to look at it closely, the reflection of the door just in my sight
I wait for that figure to appear. Just on time
"I'm y/n.... y/n Aizawa. But you can call them The Smiler" I spin around and release the knife letting it fly across the room and into the door frame
There he stood. His eyes were blood red and his hair Defying Gravity. So many emotions in those eyes; surprise. Anger. Regret. Remorse
"How nice of you to join us... Dad" he steps in without releasing his quirk. Eri screams and cries for him behind me, but quietly immediately when I glare downwards at her. She can see the arrangement of weapons I have on me after all.
"y-y/n?" He's getting closer but is forced to blink. I stand there, with my arms crossed. And now it feels just like that night. However now I was in mom's position "what happened to you... you- you died"
"HA! Are you serious! That's the first thing you say to me after all these fucking years!" He flinched hearing me speak. His eyes are still trained on me as if he's looking over my adult features
"you never looked for me! Did you find my body... no. Did you give up looking for me.. yes!" He lifts his hands in a surrendering position "calm down. Just give Eri over first, then we can talk" he's trying to be rational. He's ruining this for me!
I cut the bindings it's on the girl and she whimpers when I catch her arm with a knife. But she full-on screams when I yank her off the seat by her long precious hair. she screams for the man in front of us while her feet dabble in the air, her hands trying got get her hair back. She falls still when I bring the knife to her face. Anther warning. Even after I told her there wouldn't be a second
I drag it down her cheek, only watching Dad's face filled with anger and worry for the child as blood is drawn "don't tell me to calm down. I'm perfectly calm" I put the girl down, letting her feet touch the floor. But the knife infront of her throat stops her from running to the protection I never got
"what happened y/n you used to be-"
"What? Used to be what. Happy... sane.. perfect even?" I watch as the blood runs from his face making him paler than ever
"you think I'm Miss Freaking perfect!" I scream and both of them flinch "I'm a cold looked serial Killer for fuck sake!" I press the knife closer to her throat, even trying to move back from it the hand holding the roots of her hair stop her
"I've killed more people than I can count just because it's fun!!" I laugh and all thought leaves his head, he doesn't know what to do. He's scared of me. Scared of what I've become. The things I have done
and it dawns on him that he's the reason I'm like this
"but unlike you and mommmm... even those shitty little hero kids you fucking love soooo much!!!" The knifI begins to slowly drag across her neck, only faintly.
"i don't waste my ice thinking about pointless shit like!" The dragging stops at the other side of her throat. And I let her go. She falls to the ground holding her neck and trying to scream. Dad rushed to her and pulls her away from me as I clean my knife with my tongue.
So sweet
"being Daddies... little... girl" manically I watch the girl slowly bleed out, the blood loss getting to her making her tired and lose consciousness. I glass my eyes over her watch as she screams, it's such a wonderful sound as the blood gurgles in her throat. Dad holds her into his chest and looks at me, being stupid enough to make eye contact without his own quirk
It hits him. Those emotions are the pain from watching this innocent little girl bleed out in his hold. Yet another child he's failed
"oh, you're sorry?" He's mumbling to himself and I bend to his height to watch the tears stream from his eyes, he screams for the limp girl in his arms to wake up. Buts she's gone
"I'm sorry!" He screams again, more painfully as his voice cracks
"oh he's sorry, he's sorry, he's sorry. HE"S SORRY!" I yell along with him. hands cupping my mouth, the sound travels across the mot warehouse. Then I stop and he looks worse than ever, making this perfect for me, just like I had planned. reaching behind m back and walking closer to him. Slowly unsheathing the knife
"HE'S SORRY" I raise my arm above him, watching him rock back and forth, he's not even paying attention to me anymore. I don't like it. His eyes should be on me, he should be begging for me to spare him!
yet he's not, because he wants to die. It would only be fair for him. The easy route out. The coward's way.
"you're not though are you?" I whisper, bringing the knife down. But I feel myself stop just before it pierces his skin
"please" he begs, making me quirk my brow in confusion "kill me, please. I want to die"
what? I was right. Even though I didn't want to be
"kill me.. KILL ME" he's begging me to do it.
but I don't want to
"leave"
he should suffer for what he's done
"I'm not killing you"
for what his consequences mean for other people
"you don't deserve to die"
what they did to me
"it wouldn't be fun for me anyway" I pat him on his shoulder and pull out my phone
what They did to Eri
"But I'll be nice and give you one last present" the portal opens beside him, and with a harsh kick, he falls through and onto the grassy grounds of Yuuie Academy. In his arms, he holds her cold body
I step through, to be faced with familiar faces.
Students
Teachers
Heroes
I watch students fall to their knees beside their teacher. They all scream and cry. Some are in anger but mostly in pain. He looks the most worthless as he looks up to me. Eyes widening from their already puffy state
Swiftly I pull out my last knife and drive it through my chest. He stops mid lunged, watching in slow motion as I sway forms side to side. He catches and pulls me to the ground in his lap. His tears dripping down, while his hand cradles my face.
I can't hear him screaming, whether it be good or bad things. I'm too focused on the warmth of his body as he hugged me closer to his chest. I didn't know how much I had missed his hugs.
it finally made me happy
"see you later...
dad"