Post by Taka Hone on Jan 28, 2019 14:17:55 GMT
So there it was, in the palm of his hand.
The letter he had wanted for so long.
And the letter his father ever dreaded receiving.
The pair of them sat at the kitchen table, with the envelope between them, neither of which wanting to open it. It was like a bomb on a motion sensor, ready to go off if either of them attempted to reach for it. And it was going to blow up in one of their faces.
Either Hone had failed, meaning his dream of becoming a hero would have ended, Or he had gotten in regardless of the school year having already started, and Tsuchi was about to lose his son to the bigger world.
Regardless of the outcome, that letter contained the heartbreak of one of the Taka family.
Creating a small letter opener from his left stub, Hone quickly cut open the envelope, before putting it back on the table and retracting the sharp point. The seal had been broken, and now it was up to one of them to bite the bullet and look.
"I want you to read it..." Taka explained as he pushed the envelope towards his father. Tsuchi looked at it for a moment, before returning his eyesight to Hone.
"The letter has your name on it-"
"I don't care." Hone replied sharply, before realizing the tone he had taken. He inched the letter closer to his father before removing his hand completely, and waited.
He couldn't look at it. He knew there was a real chance that he had screwed this up. He didn't fear the written exams. He could do them with his eyes closed and his other hand missing. He had studied way too long and hard to get any of those questions wrong. He could still remember them, and the flawless answers he put down as if they were burned into his retinas.
But the practical...That was a vastly different matter.
The vast problem with bone and steel is that typically, bone never really wins. And no matter how many times he attempted to force his bone arm into one of those robots to try and take them out, they would merely brush it off, and continue unimpeded. At worse, the best option was to try and take out one that someone had already weakened and left for dead. But he was up against the best up-and-comers in the country. There was no way they were going to let some crippled son of a former hero get points at their expense. He wasn't fast enough to keep up with the students, and he wasn't strong enough to keep the robots down. He began to panic as time continued to tick down. Again and again he looked up at the large overbearing clock looming over the battlefield, as 5 minutes turned to 3, then 1, before 45 seconds, 30, 15. He had worked too long and too hard simply because he couldn't take down a robot.
But if he couldn't even think of a way to take down a practise droid, how was he ever going to take down a villain? One that may have skin he couldn't penetrate. What then? Was he just going to have to ask them nicely to let him take them to prison? He had to think outside the box. He couldn't just attempt to stab anything that got in his way because that's what the easiest method was. What if they had a long range quirk? He would be useless! How could he be helpful? How could this pain of the Quirk possibly be helpful to anyone in need? Why did they even let him try? Is it just to humour him? Humour his father? Because they pitied him?!
Suddenly, as the clock hit zero, a large klaxon sounded, breaking Hone out of his train of thought. It was too late.
He had failed to score even a single takedown. He dropped to his knees in frustration; however, as he fell he felt a sharp pain reaching out of his right shoulder. As he turned his head to look, he felt the bones in his neck become stiff, grinding against each other. As he attempted to lift his hand, it remained immobile as he finally garnered the strength to turn his eyes to the problem.
He saw a large, three foot bloody spike, sticking out of his shoulder, before he passed out.
Waking up in the medical bay a few hours later, it was explained to him what had happened. During the final 10 seconds, while he was stuck in his own head, a hover droid had flew down beside him. His body, hearing the approaching target, instinctively unleashed a large spike out of his shoulder, attacking the drone.
He had destroyed the propellers, causing the drone to crash.
He had scored his one takedown. But would it have been enough?
Hone's mind quickly returned to the table, and the now open envelope in front of his father. Tsuchi slowly lowered his hand and lifted it off the table, looking down at it before his eyes looked up to meet Hone's.
"I want to tell you that...regardless of what this letter says...that I'm proud of you."
Hone felt his heart leap in his chest at the words. He had never once doubted his father's devotion or love towards him, but being told it so openly, he could not begin to describe how elated he was by the rise. The question was, would be followed by a sharp fall?
Tsuchi slowly removed the letter, before opening it out to read it. His eyes scanned the page for a few moments, Hone following his eye line as he read through word by word, before finally the older Taka lowered the paper. He pushed it over towards Hone before raising his hand, and putting it on his Son's.
"I'm really sorry..."
Hone's heart almost felt as if it had broken into a million pieces as those words left his father's lips. Slowly he reached forward, and picked up the piece of paper. His eyes scanned the page as he looked over the words.
With an exemplary written exam score, and an acceptable physical exam score, we would like to formally extend to you, Taka Hone, a place at U.A. High School.
Hone's eyes looked up at his father in shock, only to see a small smirk creep across his lips.
"...But I'm gonna be renting out your room while you're away...Go tell your mother." Tsuchi finished, before sitting back in his chair. Hone quickly shot up from his seat, before rushing towards his mother's shrine downstairs, leaving Tsuchi on his own in the kitchen...
...As the smirk from his face slowly faded.
The letter he had wanted for so long.
And the letter his father ever dreaded receiving.
The pair of them sat at the kitchen table, with the envelope between them, neither of which wanting to open it. It was like a bomb on a motion sensor, ready to go off if either of them attempted to reach for it. And it was going to blow up in one of their faces.
Either Hone had failed, meaning his dream of becoming a hero would have ended, Or he had gotten in regardless of the school year having already started, and Tsuchi was about to lose his son to the bigger world.
Regardless of the outcome, that letter contained the heartbreak of one of the Taka family.
Creating a small letter opener from his left stub, Hone quickly cut open the envelope, before putting it back on the table and retracting the sharp point. The seal had been broken, and now it was up to one of them to bite the bullet and look.
"I want you to read it..." Taka explained as he pushed the envelope towards his father. Tsuchi looked at it for a moment, before returning his eyesight to Hone.
"The letter has your name on it-"
"I don't care." Hone replied sharply, before realizing the tone he had taken. He inched the letter closer to his father before removing his hand completely, and waited.
He couldn't look at it. He knew there was a real chance that he had screwed this up. He didn't fear the written exams. He could do them with his eyes closed and his other hand missing. He had studied way too long and hard to get any of those questions wrong. He could still remember them, and the flawless answers he put down as if they were burned into his retinas.
But the practical...That was a vastly different matter.
The vast problem with bone and steel is that typically, bone never really wins. And no matter how many times he attempted to force his bone arm into one of those robots to try and take them out, they would merely brush it off, and continue unimpeded. At worse, the best option was to try and take out one that someone had already weakened and left for dead. But he was up against the best up-and-comers in the country. There was no way they were going to let some crippled son of a former hero get points at their expense. He wasn't fast enough to keep up with the students, and he wasn't strong enough to keep the robots down. He began to panic as time continued to tick down. Again and again he looked up at the large overbearing clock looming over the battlefield, as 5 minutes turned to 3, then 1, before 45 seconds, 30, 15. He had worked too long and too hard simply because he couldn't take down a robot.
But if he couldn't even think of a way to take down a practise droid, how was he ever going to take down a villain? One that may have skin he couldn't penetrate. What then? Was he just going to have to ask them nicely to let him take them to prison? He had to think outside the box. He couldn't just attempt to stab anything that got in his way because that's what the easiest method was. What if they had a long range quirk? He would be useless! How could he be helpful? How could this pain of the Quirk possibly be helpful to anyone in need? Why did they even let him try? Is it just to humour him? Humour his father? Because they pitied him?!
Suddenly, as the clock hit zero, a large klaxon sounded, breaking Hone out of his train of thought. It was too late.
He had failed to score even a single takedown. He dropped to his knees in frustration; however, as he fell he felt a sharp pain reaching out of his right shoulder. As he turned his head to look, he felt the bones in his neck become stiff, grinding against each other. As he attempted to lift his hand, it remained immobile as he finally garnered the strength to turn his eyes to the problem.
He saw a large, three foot bloody spike, sticking out of his shoulder, before he passed out.
Waking up in the medical bay a few hours later, it was explained to him what had happened. During the final 10 seconds, while he was stuck in his own head, a hover droid had flew down beside him. His body, hearing the approaching target, instinctively unleashed a large spike out of his shoulder, attacking the drone.
He had destroyed the propellers, causing the drone to crash.
He had scored his one takedown. But would it have been enough?
Hone's mind quickly returned to the table, and the now open envelope in front of his father. Tsuchi slowly lowered his hand and lifted it off the table, looking down at it before his eyes looked up to meet Hone's.
"I want to tell you that...regardless of what this letter says...that I'm proud of you."
Hone felt his heart leap in his chest at the words. He had never once doubted his father's devotion or love towards him, but being told it so openly, he could not begin to describe how elated he was by the rise. The question was, would be followed by a sharp fall?
Tsuchi slowly removed the letter, before opening it out to read it. His eyes scanned the page for a few moments, Hone following his eye line as he read through word by word, before finally the older Taka lowered the paper. He pushed it over towards Hone before raising his hand, and putting it on his Son's.
"I'm really sorry..."
Hone's heart almost felt as if it had broken into a million pieces as those words left his father's lips. Slowly he reached forward, and picked up the piece of paper. His eyes scanned the page as he looked over the words.
With an exemplary written exam score, and an acceptable physical exam score, we would like to formally extend to you, Taka Hone, a place at U.A. High School.
Hone's eyes looked up at his father in shock, only to see a small smirk creep across his lips.
"...But I'm gonna be renting out your room while you're away...Go tell your mother." Tsuchi finished, before sitting back in his chair. Hone quickly shot up from his seat, before rushing towards his mother's shrine downstairs, leaving Tsuchi on his own in the kitchen...
...As the smirk from his face slowly faded.