"Give me another chance."
June of Doom 2026 Day 3
Summary: No matter how hard Shinsou tried to meet the demands of those around her, it still ended up like this. She still lost everything. (feat. fem!Shinsou)
Additional prompts used: trapped, deception
Warnings: Child abuse, verbal abuse, beatings
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"Girl! Get in here!"
A wave of dread washed over Hitomi at the incensed yell of her foster father, Takahiro. She'd barely set foot in the house and she could already tell she was in for a world of trouble, and pain.
She just wished she had any idea what she could have done.
It was made clear to her over and over again that this house would be her last chance before being sent to "The Last Stop." The Last Stop being a nickname for a boarding school specifically made to house and correct troubled kids "such as herself." It was a dumping ground for unwanted kids, foster or otherwise, especially those that had quirks that were deemed dangerous or unseemly to the public.
A prison without being called a prison, and worst of all for Hitomi, it wasn't UA. To be sent there meant that she would be withdrawn from UA, and her dreams of being a hero would be over.
So in this house, no matter how shit the treatment was, she had no choice but to endure. That meant doing whatever was asked of her, keeping her head down, taking her beatings and food scraps and verbal thrashings. That meant keeping her foster parents as appeased as she could, catering to their ever changing moods, no matter how frustrating, degrading, and terrifying it was.
It meant being good, as impossible and undefinable as that was.
Anything to keep them from losing their patience with her and sending her away.
Hitomi's thoughts raced as she hesitantly approached the living room, searching her memory for anything that could even be perceived as a transgression to her fosters-
She cried out as a large hand grabbed her by the hair and threw her to the ground.
"You little shit!"
She was at the feet of Takahiro and Michie, her foster mother, the two of them sneering down at her as if she were some filth that had been tracked into the home on the bottom of someone's shoe. Off to the side was the other foster kid under the couple's care, Yuko. She was a girl about the same age as Hitomi, and she currently wouldn't meet her eye.
"Look at me when I speak to you!"
Hitomi lifted her eyes up to her foster father, he was so much bigger than her and his anger made him look even larger. He was red in the face and steam rose off of his hands, a side effect of his quirk. It made him look like he was literally going to combust soon in a fit of fury and it would all be directed at her. She didn't think she'd ever seen Takahiro so angry with her, as angry as he often got, and she found herself unable to move, stuck frozen on the floor. Any movement could be seen as a provocation, and she knew just how painful it was to be on the receiving end of those overheated hands.
"We feed you, we clothe you, we let you live in our house even with that fucking quirk of yours and you go and steal from us? You ungrateful brat."
Hitomi's eyes widened. What? Stealing? She would never even think of stealing from them. Not even food, even when they denied her meals for days at a time. Certainly not money or valuables, she’d never risk that sort of thing. She didn't dare to voice her questions. They didn't muzzle her here, but she was under a strict "speak only when allowed" rule and using her voice out of turn would only draw more wrath upon her. Instead she looked from Takahiro to Michie, hoping the question was clear in her eyes.
Michie sneered down at her, "she thinks she can play dumb," she said to her husband. She wouldn't address Hitomi directly, that's how they chose to deal with her. One of them would always avoid speaking to her so they would always have someone to break the other out of her quirk's influence if need be. Not that she'd ever attempted to use her quirk on either of them.
"We're missing cash, the both of us," Takahiro said. "I figured it was only a matter of time with a little criminal like you in the house. So cough it up."
He dragged her back up to her feet and yanked her backpack off of her back. Hitomi watched helplessly as he carelessly rummaged through its contents. Eventually he grew impatient and upended it, dumping her carefully taken notes and school books onto the floor without a care. There was nothing for him to find in there because she didn't take the money in the first place.
He shook her bag until all its contents were scattered out on the floor between them. For money, there was little more than a couple of coins to be found (lucky finds from the sidewalk) but that was all. He tossed her backpack to the side in disgust, turning once again to her.
"Where's my money, you bitch!?" he roared and it actually made Hitomi take a step back in fear. "Don't tell me you spent it already!?"
She shook her head, fighting to keep her mouth closed. She didn't have the money, she didn't take it, she didn't know what the hell happened to it. But deep down, she had a hunch.
Yuko still wouldn't look at her. It wouldn't be the first time someone let her take the blame for their own wrongdoings, and it wouldn't be the first time an authority figured believed it without question.
Takahiro took a hold of the front of her school blazer, and Hitomi could feel the heat of his quirk so dangerously close to her skin. He kept demanding answers from her she couldn't give, and she just continued to shake her head. His wife hissed into his ear, egging him on, a cold vengeful glee glinting from her eyes.
"Fuck!" he yelled, having finally had it. Hitomi was tossed to the ground yet again. He kicked her in the stomach, once, twice, and she curled up, taking it as best as she could. She could endure this anger, this violence. She had to in order to keep her spot at UA.
But then the next words left his mouth, and she found her whole world falling apart.
"This was the last straw, you here me!?" he kicked her again, "I want you out of this house!"
It was like everything had gone numb, mute, for just a brief second. She couldn't feel the bruises on her back, couldn't hear the yelling out of his mouth, all Hitomi could comprehend was that they were done with her. They were kicking her out.
"What…? No…" the words left her mouth as she uncurled herself on the floor looking up at him with wide, horrified eyes. "You can't!"
"Don't you dare order me around!" he snarled, dragging her up again. His hands gripped her upper arms and Hitomi thrashed and cried out at the sudden, searing pain, like touching a hot stove.
"Honey! Her quirk!" Michie cautioned, glancing between them nervously. Yuko was now watching the scene unfold, her hands pressed over her mouth in horror.
Hitomi sobbed, desperation seizing her, "please! Just give me another chance! I'll get a job! I'll pay you back! Just please don't kick me out!" It didn't matter if she didn't steal the money to begin with, she'd confess to every wrong they thought of her, she'd pay them every bit of that lost money with interest, if only they would keep her here.
She couldn't lose this house. She couldn't lose UA. It was all she had left.
A burning hand slapped her across the face so hard for a moment, Hitomi's ears rang and her world spun. It shook her out of her panic, pushing her deeper towards despair as she let out weak whimpers and sobs. She looked up at him pleadingly. For once, just please have mercy.
But there was no mercy. Not for her. Never for her.
"I already called your case worker before you even got here," he told her, and there was a sadistic satisfaction written on his face. "It's over. You're done, brat."
And just like that, Hitomi's entire world fell apart.
But with the devastation came…calm. Or perhaps it was shock. It was over for Hitomi. No more UA, no more training with Aizawa, no more of the tentative friendships she was forming with some of the hero course students. None of that. But also…
No more enduring.
No more keeping her head down.
No more taking her licks.
If her future as a hero was being stripped away, then what was the point of trying so damn hard? Of staying quiet and taking all this abuse?
She wasn't going to UA anymore, but Hitomi sure as hell wasn't going to The Last Stop, either.
Hitomi activated her quirk.
Takahiro went still, his quirk deactivated and his grip went slack, letting her go.
Michie paled in horror at the state of her husband, and Yuko gasped in shock. Hitomi had never used her quirk on any of them before, for all that they feared she would.
"What- What do you think you're doing!?" her foster mother forgot all about breaking her husband from Hitomi's influence and came straight at her, fear and fury both in equal effect on her expression.
Aizawa's training kicked in. Hitomi blocked Michie’s attempted attack and had her wrists pinned behind her back in seconds. She didn't even feel like she was in control of her own body any more, her face was hot but her veins were cold. The pounding of her heart was the bell tolling her own doom.
"Stop it," she said coldly as her foster mother tried to squirm out of her hold. Hitomi was stronger, though, she always had been. Not once had she been incapable of defending herself, but the only thing that had ever held her back was no longer in place.
There was truly no turning back at this point. It was as freeing as it was damning.
Her foster mother twisted in her hold to look back at her, angry and afraid, "you fucking-"
Hitomi activated her quirk again, and now both of her foster parents stood still in the middle of their living room.
"-hello? Y-yes, I need heroes to come here. My-my foster sister snapped and attacked our parents-"
Hitomi looked over at her foster sister shivering against the wall and on the phone with the police. Her eyes stared back at Hitomi in fear. There had never been any loyalty between them. Even now, after all their shitty foster parents had done, Hitomi was still the most feared thing in this house.
There wasn’t time to dwell on that anymore. The only thing she could do now was run.
And so she ran.
Gathering everything of importance to her (little that it was) into her backpack, Hitomi left that house behind and set off into the city. She set down back alleys and side streets and eventually took to the rooftops. She didn’t have a plan, she just had to get as far away from there as possible.
Eventually, Hitomi found herself on a rooftop, crouched down out of sight beside a heating unit. She was out of breath and her feet hurt, her muscles aching from all of the running and climbing.
After a while, she noticed that her face was wet. Tears. The realization that she was crying only made her cry harder. She curled up onto her side as it all hit her at once.
Everything she knew about her life before was gone. She had no home to return to, no school to go to, she'd used her quirk against her guardians and heroes had been called on her.
All she ever wanted was to do good. To be good. She tried so damn hard to follow the rules and twist herself into knots for the sadistic pleasure of the adults who controlled her and none of it mattered in the end. None of it.
She was on her own now.
She pushed herself up into a sitting position, sniffling and wiping her face. She dug into her bag and found her phone. There were only a handful of numbers in it, just the people who mattered. Part of her wanted to call Aizawa, but the thought of hearing his voice and hearing anger (or worse, disappointment) made her want to puke. No, she couldn't deal with that right now. She did think she owed him some final message, though.
She texted him:
"I messed it all up. I'm not coming back to UA. Thank you for everything, I'm sorry I wasted your time."
Sent. Then, as an afterthought:
"I promise I'll still try to do good."
She set her phone down and dug through her backpack again to pull out a hair of jeans and a hoodie she’d managed to snag on the way out. Glancing around to make sure no one would see her, she shed herself of her UA uniform and put on the clothes, tucking her hair into her hood.
She couldn’t stay out in the open like this for much longer. She had no choice but to keep moving before the authorities caught up with her.
She got to her feet, checking her phone. It was buzzing, Aizawa was calling her.
For a moment she felt a deep sadness lance through her chest. Not even two hours ago, Aizawa had given her a proud nod and told her “good job today” right before she had left.
She’d never hear anything like that from him again.
With one last glance at his name on the caller ID, Hitomi smashed her phone into the ground. She left it and her uniform behind on the rooftop and disappeared into the city below.
