My Hero Academia 2nd Generation

"G-Good Morning, son. Y-You got to g-get up and g-get ready f-for your f-first d-day of school." My father stuttered, waking me up from my well-needed, but not wanted, sleep. I hear the sound of water running from my bathroom.

"Alright, dad," I said, sheepishly as he left my bedroom.

My room was empty since all of my stuff is already in my Dorm Room in the 2A Dormroom.

I walked over to my personal bathroom that was to the right of my bed. I stripped off my shirt, hoodie, and shorts, leaving me in my blue boxers. I looked in the mirror to see a young boy with cuts, bruises, scratches, and other things along his forearms, chest, stomach, and everywhere that some piece of clothing covers. Cuts that were deep or shallow. New or old. Infected or clean. Long or short.

You could see his boney body, yet he still felt insecure about how it looked. He had bags under his eyes from not enough sleep the past few days. Midnight Black hair that goes down the center of his back from not being cut in over ten years. He was tall for his age. Maybe about 5'9? Oh, wait.

That boy. It's me.

04:45. I jumped in the hot shower, washed my hair, and cleaned my body. I formed new cuts on my arms with my razor clip, watching as the blood-filled the bath and go down the drain.

I winced a bit once the hot water reached my arms, trickled down my forearms. I did hurt, but it was a comforting pain.

Once I finished, I turned off the water and got out and wrapped my towel around my waist.

As I was drying my hair, I looked down at my phone to see it was 05:00. The school starts at 08:00. I had three hours to get ready.

I put my hair up in its usual messy braid once it was dried, and threw on my School Uniform. I cleaned my new cuts, then wrapped bandages around my forearms, legs, and chest so no one would ask any questions about my body. I put some concealer under my eyes to cover up the bags. I put on some cologne and my leather combat boots that I always wear.

Before I walked out of the bathroom, I made sure that no one could tell that I was wearing any concealer. I've learned a thing or two over time.

After I did that, I walked out of the bathroom and into my bedroom. I packed my bag with my books, supplies, Gym Outfit, and Hero Outfit.

My Hero Outfit kind of look's like my father's, Tamiki Amajiki's. Also known as Suneater, which is why my Hero Name is Mooneater. It makes no sense, but I like it. My Hero Custom was pretty basic. It was a black Shirt, black Leather pants, my Combat Boots, a purple Cape like my father's with the mask thing, fingerless gloves, and a Pocket Belt with three pockets with food it in. Food mainly as in Takoyaki, Fried Chicken, Clam, and Sword Fish.

It was now 06:39. I picked up my backpack and walked to the kitchen, where my Aunt Nejire and Uncle Mirio were cooking some pancakes, Dad and Keiko were sitting down at the table.

I placed my bag on the ground next to my cousin's bag, who so happens to be in the same class as I am, 2A. Second Year Hero Course. We've been in the same classes since our second year of Middle School, so we've been in the same classes for about three years. Uncle Mirio's idea. No one knows about me abusing myself except for a handful of people, and they just want me to be safe.

After sharing one pancake with my father, I grabbed my bag and headed out for school, regretting life like I always do. Thinking about everything that I'm Failing in and Failing at.

The last thing I knew was I heard Mirio talking to my father. Not good.