13 Dad's job is pretty cool

Dad's job becomes somewhat clear to me once we return to the agency after patrolling for an hour or two more after the whole tentacle guy incident. I still can't get the image and thought of this guy out of my mind. There are many odd quirks in this world and just as many odd people to balance that out. I find myself wondering why exactly he had done what he had done just before I remember the prejudice that is still very much present in this world. As long as there are people there will always be unfairness in the world for all men are not equal. It is something Izuku understood at a young age and something those naive purposely ignore. Why do villains become villains? When is one considered a villain? What makes a villain? A villain is never the bad guy in their own eyes. They are the heroes of their own story as they try to change the world the only way people made them believe they could. Villains, heroes, good, bad; it's all just a spectrum that make the people feel better about what they do. They judge others based on what is considered good or bad, they deem others villainous by the scale of heroes and villains.

Why do villains become villains?

Well, what else are you supposed to when people make you feel as if you don't belong? What do you do when others tell you what you must become, ridicule you for something you cannot control, blame you for having powers you did not ask for?

Maybe the heroes were never there, leaving you voiceless and unseen.

Maybe those claiming to be heroes are the ones who condemn you.

Maybe those who swore to love you unconditionally are the first to leave you to your "fate"

There are many reasons, some far crueller than others, some perhaps ridiculous when you think about it.

But the fact remains.

Villains are the product of society's hate and prejudice. Society itself is the cause of its own downfall.

Why do I always start off on one track and go down one completely different?

I was talking about my father's job, now I'm contemplating the meaning behind villains and villainy itself.

We're back at the agency when the sun is passing its peak. Instead of returning to the office, I'm following my father and his boss, who I found out is called Solis. I'm pretty sure the name has something to do with sun seeing as Sol is the first part of the word. It could be Latin, but I'm not too educated in that category. The only languages I'm studying are Japanese and French. If someone asked me why in the world I've chosen French to study I would not be capable of answering the question for I myself don't even know why I went along with it. I suggested it as a joke and my mother, beautiful woman that she is, took it to heart and has hired me a French teacher on top of a Japanese instructor. At the very least I'm sure to get along with Aoyama if I ever meet him.

"I'm basically a glorified personal assistant" dad starts talking with a clear amount of pride and excitement at informing his daughter of his profession. "I follow my boss around and do anything he would need me to do, be it fighting villains alongside him, keeping civilians away from the battle, patch him up after a rough fight or simply file out a report for the day"

His job is so damn simple to explain yet he tried to keep it from me for some reason. See how easy it was for him to explain? Why could he not have done that all these years? My mother is no better either. She has the same exact job for crying out loud.

"So if he called you up to go to his house because of one thing or another, you'd have to go?" That could perhaps explain why they had to be away for the night that one night a couple of years ago.

"Well yeah, it's my job. I get paid a pretty penny for it after all"

"I try not to take him away from his family, so once he's off I don't usually contact him" Solis explains to me.

It sounds like my father's job requires him to have a knowledge of a lot of things, which explains why my mother knows so much. Dad doesn't look or act like a person who has multiple degrees but I have seen his papers so he's solid. They go on to explain how my father is required to have his hero licence to be able to do the work he does because he is out in the field with Sol very often. I also come to learn that is something like a lieutenant in the agency as he comes just under Sol himself so he is the boss when Sol is not around. This man has the power to fire anyone working with the agency or hire whoever he sees fit and basically everything else.

And mom does the exact same thing.

Well, that adds another future career to my list.

"Okay so if there was a top-secret hero mission, you would go too?"

"Yes ma'am"

Oh, that's nice.

"The better I am at my job, the more heroes want to hire me" this is starting to sound like some mercenary work right now. He works for one person who then hypes him up to others who in turn seek to hire him. I'm not sure if mercenary is the right term here, but it's the one that first comes to mind. Dad looks at me with a smirk and I swear he read my mind. "You're thinking mercenary aren't you?"

This man knows me too well.

"You work for multiple heroes?" If so then my parents are far cooler than I had thought or expected.

"Yes sir I do"

How in the world does he manage that?

"I'm employed by the top three male heroes at the moment, and your mother works for the top-ranking heroines"

Okay, so they work for multiple people and have a position of power under the actual boss of the company itself. That speaks of a lot of trust and confidence in my parents which speaks volumes for their own skills, doesn't it? Since they work for well-known heroes it explains why they work so hard to protect me. In all my years here I've not once been allowed out on my own. I always need to be accompanied by one person or another, oftentimes it's my parents themselves or good old Leon who stalks in the shadows.

This is starting to sound far better than any of my other jobs.

"Pretty cool right?" This man wiggles his eyebrows as if he's said something suggestive. He wasn't kidding when he said I would like it.

"How does one acquire such a job?"

"For one, you would need to have attended some hero academy" Sol begins to explain. It makes sense seeing as he has to fight heroes as well. "Then there's the challenge of owning multiple degrees, something I could not do in a million years"

Yes, my father is a smart and successful idiot.

"That sounds like a lot of school"

"It is" my father has this look of trauma on his face as if he's recalling a war. "At least it paid off"

"You would never convince me to stay in school for more than I needed to" Sol shivers with his words. "High school was it for me"

I have to agree with Sol on this one but I'll keep it in mind.

Someone's running up to us with a bundle of papers barely spilling out of his arms, looking very much dishevelled. His glasses are falling off his face when he stops in front of us, sound spilling from his mouth in words I barely understand by how fast he forces them out. His mind must be running a mile per minute right now and I'm relieved I have my hearing aids on.

"You know we can't understand a word you say when you talk like this" dad grabs him by the shoulders, forcing him to stand still while Sol takes the documents out of his arms before he drops them all on the floor. "Now, calm down and try again"

He follows the instructions immediately, taking deep breaths to calm himself before he's smiling weakly and apologizing.

"I'm sorry" his voice reminds me of the typical nerds everyone picks on while his appearance would contrast his entire personality. He's built very athletically while his voice is somewhat high pitched. Somewhat like Peter Parker. "I was sent to tell you that your requested gear has been completed and is ready for testing whenever you're free to stop by"

This seems to make Sol's day as he smiles brighter than the sun and thanks the frenzied messenger, who I assume to be an intern. I wonder what type of gear they made him. I would have the slightest idea if I knew what his quirk was, but I doubt I'll be privy to that info any time soon, or at all.

"I'll go test my gear" Sol turns to my father, making some gesture I could not understand before continuing. "You, my good sir are free for an hour. Feel free to do with it as you wish, perhaps by going down to the lab as you should have since yesterday and make sure everything is working smoothly. That is if you want to of course"

Yes, if he wants to, it's not like he needs to go to the lab, not at all.

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"Mother dearest we have returned from a very hard day of work, come greet us with hugs and kisses or face the consequences!"

My words must not have held enough weight because my mother barely spares me a glance from her place in the living room. The woman is seated on the biggest sofa, a bowl of unknown food in her hands and watching some show. Either that show is hella good or she just does not care about me, her lovely daughter who has been nothing but an angel to her. Why oh why would she ignore me in such a way? Why must she break my heart so?

"Tough luck, kid" dad steps past me with a pat on the back on his way to the kitchen to get some food. This is normal for him, for mother reacts this way to his return as well, but I can not be treated this way. I will not stand for it!

My mother must greet me with a hug at the very least. I have been gone for over five hours, tirelessly following my father and Sol around in this damn suit.

"Mom!"

This time she does look at me, a single brow quirked and spoon in her mouth. She says nothing as she simply watches me approach with a careful look of disinterest sitting on her face.

"I'm back from a long day of work"

"I can see that" her spoon is back in her bowl and I can now see that she was enjoying some pasta, some really good looking pasta.

We stare at each other for a long time, long enough for my father to emerge from the kitchen with some pasta of his own. I heard him chuckle as he walked past and made a mental note to bother him later today. Maybe tonight I'll make him do something ridiculous.

"Mom, why do you do this?"

"Do what?" She looks at me innocently and I have the urge to throw a fit.

"You ignored me"

"Your point?"

Damn it, woman! Why are you like this?

I sigh in defeat, deciding that I can go without a hug from my mother at the moment. I'll just go change and come eat or something I don't know.

"I'll just go die in a corner since my mother doesn't care for me anymore"

"I still love you" my father tries to cheer me up

"Your love doesn't compare" my mother's love is the one I want, you can go die in a corner as well. As a matter of fact, you can come suffer with me in my corner, surrounded by my building blocks just for the hell of it.

"You are far too dramatic"

"Why won't you show me affection?!"

She's smiling at me, clearly enjoying my suffering before she relents and spreads her arms.

Ha! You don't need to tell me twice woman

There's nothing comparing to my mother's hug. They are simply the best and no other human being on this planet shall outclass her. Once I fell right asleep on her when she had hugged me. The hug had brought a comforting warmth on a cold rainy night, putting me right to sleep. I love her hugs but now I'm a bit careful as to not accidentally hurt her stomach. It's a slight but fairly noticeable bump now and I'm constantly aware of.

"Are you satisfied?" She kisses my forehead and makes to pull away but I don't let her. That should be answer enough. "Clearly not"

"You spoil her" dad's comment is followed by a cheery laugh.

"You're just jealous"