Chapter 9. The reason I hate you

I grew up in a well-off family in France, in Paris. I moved to Japan, it was in Shizuoka Prefecture. My parents have excellent financial skills: my father is currently on a business trip working as a director of a modeling studio, and my mother earns by selling natural cosmetics. It's not that I complain about them for their constant work, we remain a loving family and we support each other. Now I have been living in this country since I was five years old. Then I didn't know what was waiting for me after moving in a week.

"Look at this! This is the same son of the director of the modeling studio," grinned a teenager looking thirteen, pushing a little boy that he sat down heavily.

"I agree," the second one bared his teeth. "I guess you want to show that you're allowed to wag your rich ass here and shout that you're the coolest, huh?!" His palms were wrapped in flames. The battered Yanfu sobbed and cringed.

"No, it's not like that!" he was able to raise his tear-stained, reddened eyes. "I'm well-mannered, honestly! And I respect ordinary people like you!"

The three boys just grinned

"Guys, let's give him a good lesson," the first unknown put out a fire from his right hand. "Now we'll show you what we do with rich people like you who are only interested in money!"

"Yes!" the hair of the third one was blowing yellow fire. "You, boy, after that you will change your worldview to the end and you will fully respect the status of other guys!"

"But I...!" Kudamono did not have time to finish, as three teenagers attacked him. They inflicted small bruises, burns and in some places tore clothes. Who would believe a stupid five-year-old child who is not interested in a future career and big earnings. Yanfu curled up more tightly, covering his head with his hands, but in this state he was not suitable for walking.

"Let's get out of here, you little brats!" a twenty-year-old man in a decent black suit with a white shirt and a bow tie around his neck shouted running up.

The trio was startled by the stern voice and stopped fussing, looking at the approaching person. The second growled angrily in the boy's ear:

"Next time, try not to get caught in our eyes, if you don't want to lose your ass." The boys ran away with the acceleration, leaving the victim lying and shaking from the shed tears. The light-haired one stuttered, grimacing together in pain. He mentally thanked that he had not left his parents and the butler to cry with grief if they found out that they had tried to kill him.

"My lord!" the butler stopped, taking the boy in his arms. "I'm sorry! Post me! I went to buy you a milkshake as you requested, and I noticed that you were being beaten by these boys!"

"That's it... h-good," Yanfu hiccupped, wiping away tears with the back of his hand. "Let's go home."

"Okay, and then I'll tell your father what happened and ask him to find these boys," his thick eyebrows twitched with anger, then turned to panic. "But then I will be fired for not looking after you. I shouldn't have left you!" He pressed the other one closely.

"Don't, Albert!" the boy pleaded. "Don't look for them! I will persuade your father not to fire you."

"Do you think that it is not necessary to punish these hooligans?" the man raised his head. "They beat you up!"

"I know!" he didn't hit him hard with his little hands on his chest. The voice began to speak more confidently. "Daddy and Mommy said that in life he returns like a boomerang.

Albert blinked his red eyelashes in surprise and nodded at the order of little Kudamono. On the way, the butler carried him in his arms and reassured him more that he would buy him any cocktail, as long as Yanfu stopped being sad.

After this incident, I was glad that my father did not fire Albert, but my parents were extremely worried about my condition and they had to postpone their business to stay with me for a while. For their act, I was glad that they did not abandon me. Then I began cautiously approaching the fireplace with a kindling fire in it, remembering that event. I asked my parents for permission to wall up the fireplace, but they refused and said that I needed a psychologist to get rid of fear - fear of fire. Of course, I didn't mind and hoped that I would get rid of fear forever. But I couldn't do it. My father took me to various specialists, but none of them helped me, then I said that I could do without them and I would cope on my own. Of course, I lied so that he wouldn't get tired of taking me to different people all the time. I'm still afraid of fire and at the same time I've come to hate people who have a Fiery Quirk because they can be ambitious and evil like those three guys. Even I hated Endeavour and Flame Jet for their abilities and there was a certain coldness in their eyes.

When I entered Elementary School, it was nice to meet other children and be surrounded. They admired me for my beauty and excellent mind, as well as my creative artistic and musical activities. I smiled at them and thanked them for the compliments. One day, my life turned more upside down. when I met a classmate.

"You're not lying? Is it really him?" the girl asked her friend, pointing her finger at the boy sitting quietly at the desk.

"Of course! This is Ikawa Hito himself - the son of Hero number Three, Flame Jet, and Heroine number four, White Lily. I can't believe it myself when I read about it on the Internet."

"He's so beautiful and looks very much like a Fiery Jet!" she looked in the direction of the black-haired man. "I bet he's prettier than Kudamono!" She put her hands on her belt.

"What else! Kudamono is also beautiful!"

Yanfu turned his head with interest to Ikawa, who was peacefully writing in a notebook without expressed suspicion that he was being looked at. Hito, the campaign is not interested in the ruined peaceful conversation of two girls.

"Ikawa-kun!" a purple-haired woman ran up, straightening her pink skirt. Her friend joined her. A minute ago they were arguing, and now suddenly they have calmed down? "Would you mind going for a walk with us after school?" she batted her eyelashes first, embarrassed that she was talking to a handsome boy.

Ikawa put down his pencil and raised his head. "Not today."

"Are you sure? We have a lot of ideas to play something," the redhead smiled.

"Yes," the guy replied calmly. "And the next few days I can't go for a walk with you either."

The girls looked at each other and shrugged their shoulders.

"As you wish, if anything, join us."

Then I was surprised that Ikawa turned out to be the son of a Fiery Jet and a White Lily. Flame Jet had a Quirk of Fiery Breath, and White Lily was able to manipulate water. But I couldn't hate the fiery orange-eyed one for his Quirk, because I don't think it's his fault. He's just a kid like me and it wouldn't be bad to make friends with him.

The following days I tried to talk to Ikawa, but he left quickly each time with a gloomy face. I didn't know why he was sad, but I wanted to help him and continued to seek his attention. A month later, being outside the school early, Ikawa came out with a plaster on his cheek, and now I had a chance to talk to him, despite the excitement.

"Hey, Ikawa-kun!" Kudamono approached him, meeting face to face. "I wanted to ask, how do you feel about the weekend? We could..."

There's no time," he said in a heavy voice and walked around his classmate. Yangfu was not discouraged and caught up in a few steps.

"Listen, you're the son of the Flame Jet, right?"

Hito stopped abruptly, lowering his head and clutching the straps of his backpack. The blond man also stopped behind him, but did not see that his knuckles were white. "Then how about next weekend? I can invite you to my house, even with a sleepover." Hito walked on in silence. "I can give you a tour of the house, since I have a big one," Yanfu, moving, took his hand to say something else. "Of course, the butler will be with us, but he won't bother us. He will also not refuse your hospitality, like my parents, they are kind to me, like the rest of the servants..."

"Shut up!" Ikawa pulled his hand out of his hand. He stared blankly at the top of someone else's head. "If you think you're trying to make friends with me just because my parents have the highest status as yours, then you're deeply mistaken," he said with a growl, trying to speak in a quiet tone. He continued to stare in shock. "I don't have time to make friends. And don't try to run after me anymore. You're not getting anywhere."

Kudamono took a step back, feeling the angry aura from the boy and felt more of the aura when he looked into the narrowed orange eyes that highlighted hatred and coldness.

"Don't stand in my way," Ikawa said one last time and left.

Then I didn't say anything more, because I saw more hatred in his eyes, that there was more negativity lurking in my soul towards him. I thought Ikawa was a harmless boy, but it turns out I was wrong. He turned out to be the same cold person as his father. And I completely lost respect for him. I did not leave school, but transferred to another class so that I rarely crossed paths with Ikawa. Now, studying together at the Academy of Heroes, I try not to give him real feelings and not to shoot them at everyone, because I don't want the whole class to go against me. It seems that the long-haired man has forgotten me, but someday I will express my feelings to him if he guesses and asks about the reason for my behavior, and we will never interact with each other, even on an important mission.