002: His life~
IN THE QUAINT HOUSE, the sun's rays poured through the windows, casting a warm orange glow that bathed the rooms in a cozy ambiance.
The air echoed with the delightful sounds of giggles and laughter, painting a vivid picture of a joyous household where the sunlight brought a touch of serenity to every corner.
A four-year-old boy with captivating heterochromic eyes ran through the household, his soft giggles echoing in the air.
A lady, likely a family member or caregiver, chased after him, playfully engaging in a game.
"I will definitely catch you this time, Raito." The maid said but he continued his running with his small paws.
"Gotcha." The maid holds him from behind as they both laughed.
"Nana, no!"
Aizawa Raito, after he turned four his mother also started to go on her work. So, since she couldn't leave him alone, she hired a nanny to take care of her son.
The mother, aware that her son was quirkless, found a sense of contentment in his uniqueness.
Yet, a persistent fear lingered in her heart – the thought of the unknown, the possibility that he might suddenly develop a destructive quirk.
Despite her happiness for his current state, an undercurrent of worry always cast a shadow on her emotions, a reminder of the uncertainties that lay ahead for her 'beloved' son.
The father, indifferent to whether his son had a quirk or not, embraced him with unwavering love.
For him, the essence of their connection surpassed any consideration of supernatural abilities.
In his heart, a profound promise took root – a commitment to protect his son at any cost, even if it meant sacrificing his own life.
The father's love became a steadfast shield, shielding his son from the uncertainties that might arise due to societal expectations or the absence of a quirk.
"Raito, hurry up!" Yumi yelled at her son. The boy came running to his mother, who was waiting in front of the door to send him to school.
However, instead of a warm talk, his mother shouted at him for being late.
The boy, now seven and ready for school, approached the institution with initial excitement.
However, the joy quickly faded as he realized the reality of a school where everyone had developed quirks, and he found himself without one.
The boy sat in the classroom, attempting to focus on the teacher's lesson. However, some students disrupted the atmosphere by throwing paper balls at him.
Another boy behind him kicked his chair, pulled his hair, and taunted him with hurtful names.
The classroom, meant for learning, became a challenging environment for the boy as he navigated through the distractions and mistreatment from his peers..
The teacher continued teaching, fully aware of the situation, but chose not to intervene.
In a society where quirk less individuals were often marginalized, the mistreatment of the boy continued unchecked.
The indifference in the classroom mirrored the harsh reality faced by those without quirks, where societal biases allowed such behavior to persist without consequence.
During lunch, Raito was peacefully eating when another boy named Akari approached and callously poured water on him.
In response, the affected boy clenched his fists, frustration evident in his expression, before wiping the water from his face.
"What happened, Raito? You crying?" He said with a fake sadness and then laughed . The whole cafeteria is laughing at the boy.
"Come on Raito, we are friends right?" He said wrapping his arms around Raito's neck. He leaned his head and whispered in his ear.
"You're a useless Raito. No one wanted you." Raito abruptly stood from his seat , unwrapped the arms that were around him. He walk away while they were shouting.
"Crybaby! Raito is a crybaby!"
As the boy walked out of the cafeteria, someone deliberately tripped him, causing him to stumble and fall.
The act drew laughter from those around. The hostility disrupted the flow of movement, and the boy found himself on the ground, grappling with the unexpected assault on his stability.
Raito walked home, but his journey took a dark turn as a group of boys surrounded him.
They began to taunt, make fun, and eventually escalated to physically assaulting him, beating him because he was their punching bag.
Raito lay on the ground for a moment, absorbing the impact of the beating, and then struggled to stand up on wobbly legs.
Stumbling with weak steps, he began the journey home.
In a world where quirks define one's identity, Raito grappled with confusion and isolation, unable to comprehend why others harbored animosity simply because he lacked a quirk.
Born without the extraordinary abilities that society cherished, he questioned whether being quirk less was perceived as a sin, struggling to find acceptance in a world that often overlooked the strength within him.
Raito returned home, his clothes torn, books battered, and bruises marking his journey through a day of torment.
Rather than offering comfort or reporting the school authorities, his mother scolded him, even slapped him, berating him for what she perceived as his uselessness.
The weight of disappointment and pain echoed in the air as the boy, already bearing the scars of bullying, faced a harsh home environment that offered no solace or understanding.
What if he tell his father ? No there's no use. So, what will happen? Everything might quiet down for a few days, and then it will start again. More importantly he didn't want to make his dadzawa worry.
*****
Raito was eight now and he was playing with a soft ball outside the house. The boy, devoid of friends, found solace in playing alone.
Though he enjoyed spending time in his room, the fear of getting scolded compelled him to stay outside.
Accidentally, the boy's soft ball, playing against the wall outside his house, shattered a window and slipped inside.
A wave of fear washed over him as he confronted the unintended consequence of his play.
The once safe haven, now disrupted by the broken glass, mirrored the fragile nature of his existence, leaving the boy to grapple with the repercussions of a simple act that amplified the challenges he faced.
Entering the house with trepidation, Raito moved cautiously, hoping to avoid scolding.
Unfortunately, luck was not on his side. His mother, standing near the glass table beside the broken window, awaited him with an expression of anger.
The room seemed to tighten with tension as he faced the consequences of his unintentional act, the fear of reprimand evident in his hesitant steps.
"Raito , come here." Slowly taking steps towards his mother while looking down.
"What's the meaning of this?"
"Sorry Oka-san, It won't happen with again."
"Again? Again Raito? You say the same thing every time. Why can't you behave like a good kid? Sometimes you pick fights at school, and now you're causing trouble at home too. There's no hope for you. You're just a burden!"
The boy looked at his mother with glossy eyes after being labeled a burden.
A heavy emotion settled in his heart, the weight of those words sinking deep within him.
The glossiness in his eyes reflected the struggle of emotions as he grappled with the overwhelming feeling of being considered a weight on those he cared about.
The mother stared at her son's different eye colors, a vivid reminder of the unfortunate prediction that haunted her thoughts.
The weight of the foreseen future pressed upon her, triggering a torrent of emotions.
The room felt heavy with the burden of both the past and the ominous destiny that lurked ahead, and the mother's gaze on her son's heterochromic eyes held a mix of anguish, fear, and a mother's unconditional love battling against the forces of fate.
And then the words came out from her mouth freezed the boy in his place.
"You're a curse. Curse hovering over our lives like a moth."
Hearing the dreadful words from his mother, stood there in confusion, hurt, betrayed, disappointed, unable to comprehend the cause of her intense disdain.
The weight of her hatred lingered in the air, leaving him with a sense of bewilderment and aching uncertainty about why he had become the target of such strong emotions.
"Oka-sa-"
The sharp sound of a slap echoed through the house, the impact striking the boy's right cheek with force.
Stumbling to his left, his head collided with the edge of the glass table, the impact shattering it into fragments.
Pain surged through him as his left eye began to bleed, and his cries resonated with a mixture of physical agony and emotional turmoil.
The shattered glass mirrored the brokenness that now pervaded the atmosphere, leaving a haunting aftermath in its wake.
The mother stood in shocked silence, her eyes widening as she beheld her son, bleeding and in pain.
A moment of disbelief froze her features, realizing the gravity of her actions.
The shock on her face mirrored the realization of the harm she had caused, as a wave of guilt and regret washed over her.
In that moment, she became a witness to the consequences of her own actions, the impact of which etched across her expression.But is it too late now?
Overwhelmed with remorse, the mother swiftly took her son in her arms and rushed him to the hospital.
The urgency in her movements mirrored the weight of guilt, as she sought immediate medical attention for the consequences of her impulsive actions.
The air was charged with a mix of anxiety and determination, as mother and son embarked on a journey to mend the wounds inflicted by a moment of despair.
Inside the room , his eye was being treated. The doctor was himself shocked seeing the unusual yet captivating hues. After being treated, Yumi was called in.
"Mrs. Aizawa. Don't worry you're son is alright. Hopefully the eye wasn't damaged but will leave a scratch. He received six stitches, so bring him back next time for removel after a week." Yumi nodded before taking Raito's hand and left.
An uneasiness was filled up in her heart as she thought what will she tell her husband. She looked at Raito who was walking silently beside her so she spoke.
"Don't tell this to your father. Tell him you just fell from the stairs. Got it?" It seems a threat. Raito nodded quietly at her words.
"Good."
To be continued...