Moment of true

At least it doesn't leave any physical scars or burns.

It was a quiet journey back. Nothing was said, but their worried faces and not so settle glances at me through the rear-view mirror were telling. I didn't speak either, I had my head down the entire journey. The scene of what just happened kept replaying in my mind.

As we got to the house, I slowly got out of the car and made my way inside to the bedroom. I guessed they needed time to discuss what to do and how they were going to deal with it. With me.

I was also thinking about what to do. Being a runaway at my age, it is unlikely that I would get very far. I am at the complete mercy of their decision.

My best-case scenario is that I get a Cinderella type of deal where I am treated poorly but still get a place to live. Yes, that was the best case, I won't even entertain the idea that they would be accepting of me. Worst-case, they toss me out to fend for myself or erase me.

I mean it would be easy if you think about it.

Aside from a handful of doctors paid by them, no one had ever met me before. Perhaps this was a common practice in the rich community. They have a baby and don't reveal it to the public until they deem the child is good enough.

They called me to the living room for the dreaded talk.

I went to the Livingroom to meet the grim face of the couple as their eye shifted from the table to me when I walked in. There was a serious atmosphere which had never been in this house before. I knew this was a defining moment for me and my parents.

For me, the judgment of these two would, without a doubt have a lasting impact on the person I become and for them because this moment would test their morals.

I was prepared. No, I made myself prepare the minute I found out. I hoped but I know their love for me was not unconditional, they may have been chosen for me by ROB, but I don't expect much after all he has already screwed me out of one wish what is another one to him.

Although this world is supposedly different from the one I watched. I have seen enough to know what is going to happen. I could see it immediately affect the doctor diagnosed me. I saw it in the eyes of the nurses and workers. The look of pity and sometimes disgust and the quiet whispers of judgment and scorn. After all, this was a world where quirks were everything. Even if I have a quirk, I might as well be quirkless if I can't use it.

I slowly arrived before them but stopped a few feet away from them scar to approach any further. My head down afraid to look up at them. Afraid to see the disdain on the faces that once looked at me with so much love. No, I want to preserve the memory of who I thought they were.

"D..Dante" she hesitantly spoke my name. She could barely say the name she gave me. I knew it was over. My guess was right.

It hurt.

I couldn't stop the tears that rushed from my eyes as I stared at my blurring feet. Even though I knew what was coming, it still hurt. Even though I told myself I was prepared but the hesitation in her voice alone shook my foundation. All that bravado I had built on the way was gone. Defeated again by her voice. This marks the end of those 4 years, the end of the happiest time of my pathetic and miserable life. It was the happiest I had ever been and most likely I ever will be.

 I thought I knew what I wanted, what I hoped for, but as I stood there in that moment, my tears dripping onto my feet, my body shaking uncontrollably, I knew what I desperately wanted. I just wanted them to love me, I wanted them to hug me tightly and tell me it was okay, that I was going to be alright, that they don't care about my quirk they loved me for me. Was I asking for too much? I know I didn't deserve them, but I don't care if you take everything else. Just please let me have this. Just this one thing, please. I beg you.

I don't know when, but I somehow ended up kneeing on the floor, but I still couldn't look up. I was scared of the rejection.

My mum. My dad.

Completely out of the blue, I was attacked. I was hit.

It was a powerful attack. It was an attack I was more than familiar with. I have been defeated by it several times, [Lucifer's Embrace]. But this time, I gladly welcomed it and sort no escape from the warm, the rocking, and her voice, constantly apologizing to me as though she had done something wrong.

"I'm so sorry".

"I'm so sorry".

"I'm so sorry" She whimpered repeatedly.

I was confused but instantly understood I was wrong. They didn't hate me.

 And just like that, the floodgates opened; tears streamed down my face. The feeling of fear quickly rushed out of my body as relief set in. I was happy, I was content.

My mum and I cried in each other's arms for hours. Of course, she did more so than me, I didn't cry that much. In fact, I didn't cry at all it was my mum who wiped her tears on me. Anyone who says I cried is a liar.

My father, despite being hyperactive and whatnot did the out-of-character thing , gave us some space to let it all out, which was weird.

After comforting my mum when she alone was crying, we were tired because of all the crying she was doing so we both went to our respective rooms my dad stopped me before I left patted me on the shoulder, and reassured me that I would be okay. He is more reliable than I give him credit for.

 As soon as I hit the bed, I was gone. All of what transpired today left me drained of energy.

Hinata - The mother (POV)

I watched my son head to his room, tired from what had transpired. It was obvious that he was that he understood what his quirk meant and feared how we would react most of all.

*Sob* I have failed as a mother. I was too busy feeling sorry for myself to realize that my silent looks were hurting my son.

The quiet drive from the hospital was telling. The usual look of curiosity he would have was nowhere to be found just a blank stare. Every time I saw it, my heart ached. I had failed my son.

When we got home, he quietly made his way to his room. I tried calling for him but felt unworthy of saying his name. The beautiful name I had spent months agonizing over. I had truly failed him.

I needed to speak to my husband. Perhaps he would know what to do because of what happened he had a calm and serious demeanour it had been a while since I saw him like that. He assured me that it would be okay and that I just needed to be there for Dante. He gave me the strength to face the son I had failed.

When he arrived in the living room, I still couldn't face him. His name was all I could say and just barely. But watching him stand so far away head down, tears pouring, body trembling, and on the floor kneeling. My heart contorted. He may hate me all he wanted but for now, just let me hug you, just let me tell you how sorry I am, let me tell you how much I love you, how truly sorry I am that you had to have a failure of a mother like me.