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Saying their goodbyes: Kyouka

“Kyouka.”

“Mom! Dad!" Their daughter was pulsing with energy.

Of course she was. Afterall, she was doing what she wanted to do, risks be damned.

...

Jirou Kyoutoku knew a few things about risks and sacrifices.

Trying to support yourself in one if the most expensive cities, while trying to make it through university had been incredibly hard.

And getting cast off by your family at eighteen, because his politically minded parents didn't find "rock music composer" an acceptable career path, had been incredibly hurtful.

Thus, when Kyouka announced her wish to become a hero, Mika and him went with her through the possible risks and sacrifices that she might need to make in pursuit of her dream career.

Kyouka would miss the experience of afterschool clubs and leisurely school trips. She would most likely pass up on college. Depending on how her brand would develop, she might also pass up on partying, as well as other things that the average young person experiences.

Like himself, Kyouka would also only have a narrow margin for errors.

Like himself, Kyouka would need to figure out herself much earlier than most young people did.

But their child would be alright.

Because when he took on Mika's surname, his wife and him were in tacit agreement, that they would support their own children at whichever career they would chose, as long as it didn't hurt people.

And Mika had said, that their daughter had the same look of longing and determination, he did when he talked about creating music when he was still a uni student, when she spoke of her desire to help people.

Their family would be alright.

...

Right now, Kyoutoku didn't feel alright.

The sacrifices that he had to make in pursuit of his dream, had been the loss of his birth family who couldn't accept his chosen career path, and days of skipping dinner, and sometimes lunch as well.

The risk that Kyouka was taking in pursuit of her dream, however...

As long as it didn't hurt people.

But it did hurt. Pitchblack fear had taken room inside Kyoutoku's chest; its steadily tightening grip making it difficult to breathe.

His little girl was about to see unspeakable horrors.

Kyouka was about to witness her peers getting wounded or worse.

His only child was about to fight unimaginable evil powers.

Kyouka was about to be in danger of getting wounded or worse herself.

Mika and him did try to prepare themselves, that their daughter's future career would forsee slightly more risks than police officers and other first responders usually face.

They hadn't prepared for their only child to fight in a war, while she hadn't even her finished her first year of high school.

Kyoutoku wanted to scream.

He wanted to yell at his wife, "What were we, dumb, naive hippies, thinking?!"

He wanted to yell at his daughter and her friends, "You stay here at school! All of you!!"

He wanted to yell at their teachers and mentors, "How could you??! How can you??!"

He wanted to-

Mika had given him a light pinch in the side.

"Dad?" The excitement on Kyouka's face had been displaced in favour of the sober calmness that mirrored his wife's expression.

Dammit.

He couldn't ruin Kyouka's energy. Not now. His little girl was going to need all the buzz that she could generate.

"Mom. Dad. It's scary, I know. Please don- WOAH!! Nonononono, DAD! Let. Me. Down. You're embarrassing me!"

Kyoutoku laughed. It's been a while, since he had held his little girl up like this. She weighted more than he remembered. The last time that he had managed to catch her off guard, must have been way before Kyouka started to workout in preparation for UA's entrance exam.

"My daughter and their friends are gonna knock down those villains! They will blast them right out of the stadium, because their fighting spirit will be louder than anything AFO can offer!! Right, Kyouka?"

Hoping for some support, he looked over to his wife.

The corner of his lips faltered.

Mika had taken off her glasses. She was pressing a hand in front of her eyes, but her trembling shoulders betrayed her.

A slender hand brushed Kyoutoku's hair out of his face. He looked back up to his daughter.

"Yeah. I won't hold anything back. We will blast them to the moon." Despite the tears running down her cheeks, Kyouka gifted him a crooked smile, "but 'We are the champions' has been dead and done. Please wait for me with an appropriate victory song, 'kay?"

With his own tears constricting is voice, Kyoutoku wrapped his arms tightly around his child, and simply nodded.

He was going to write them the best celebratory soundtrack ever.