Hi! This contains my own twist of Hawks, incredibly OOC but I'm still experimenting on how to write his character ^^ so yea please enjoy!

The song is called Dead Mom from Beetlejuice the Musical and I used the early demo of it 😂

So ya

Warning; this chapter contains mentions of verbal abuse, death, and violence. Please read with caution.

It was me and the velvet curtains facing each other before I face the hundreds of crowd. It was admittedly the best source of comforts, of course until it would be hoisted up and I'm stuck with the audience and the judges, watching me in every move for the sake of entertainment. Hopefully, I wouldn't die because of stage fright, now that'd be embarrassing.

I don't have problems with being socially watched. Hell, I am monitored by my school in every move. That's Private Hero School for you. Just because I'm Hawks' offspring I get to attend the same school as he is. It really isn't a school for me, it's more like a training facility to train weapons for the government. Heh, now that I think about it, they're also the reason why I'm alive. They forced my parents in a mutually disagreed quirk marriage and they had me for the sake of hero training.

I'm supposed to be in the training facility, but I'm here behind the velvet curtains with a live audience of hundreds are excited to watch.

I don't know which drug I accidentally ingested to make me sigh up to a singing competition. It was like a sudden shit of adrenaline induced by confidence and impulse that made me sign my name to the list of competitors. Then, that said confidence vanished once I realized what I have done; just after I was finished signing my name. You can only imagine how I looked like with the sheer anxiety pulsing through my mind, shooting up in my bloodstream as if it was keeping me alive. But then again, bad decisions make me feel alive.

Now, I'm a mediocre singer, who has zero experience entering any type of talent shows. Never ever. And here I am with a never to join a majorly anticipated competition with trained and possibly professional singers. Next time, I'll slap myself if I ever make a bad decision.

I don't know, but something tells me to just try this once in a life time opportunity. I mean, if ever turned eighteen and pass my training I won't be able to do this stuff anymore. My body will be owned by the Hero Public Safety Commission, by society to be yanked around to do hero work for the rest of my life. I won't be able to make my own decisions, I'll only exist solely for the purposes for being their honey trap of sorts like they did to my father. And he is surprisingly okay with it. They really drilled their morals and intentions in his brain that it's permanently embedded in his brain.

I and the other students there had to perform numerous tasks there. We were informed to kill little animals for the sake of training. Rats, dogs, cats... It was barbaric at first, but it by the fifth time around all I feel was numbness. We were taught to execute people on command and make it look accidental to not disturb the public and we were supposed to do it with a drop of a hat.

And one would think training privately in a hero school would be neat, elite. But no. We all started training the day we had our quirks; some were four, five and early or late bloomers too. Imagine a child being taught to kill an innocent animal, who will soon kill a man and are taught not to feel anything at all. We were taught to just compose ourselves after that and would NOT expect us to break down or else they'd have us punished. Imagine a child going through all this at a young age, a weapon to be used by the government. A puppet to be yanked around. And if we ever rebel, they'd send a hero of their's to assassinate us.

Hero society is quite fucked up.

"Up next! Sixteen year old from Kyushu, Y/N Takami performing Dead Mom!" My heart rate shot off the roofs. As soon as curtains were lifted in the air, I found myself standing in front of an audience of hundreds or more.

I held the microphone by my chest out of terror, and I think I must've looked like a fawn caught in a headlight. I would be usually composed, we were trained to always feel that way when we're in a stressful situation, but they never taught us how to stay calm when entering a singing competition so fuck them, I can be nervous if I want to.

I immediately squared my shoulders out of habit and heard my cue to start. I might have tampered with my instrumentals to suit my range, you can't expect me to flawlessly belt out a song that required major training and specific range and riffs.

"Hey mom, dead mom, I need a little help here,"

I feel myself shift my weight from side to side, my free hand fiddling with the tip of my shirts. I'm not used to this much attention, when I'm just singing instead of training.

"I'm probably talking to myself here... But dead mom I've gotta ask; are you really in the ground? 'Coz I feel you all around me. Are you here? Dead mom, dead mom."

My mother died two years ago, I'm not going to bother to sugar coat it. She loved me for who I am, supported me to pursue my own dreams, comforted me from all my woes... Until I unexpectedly lost her to an unsolved hit and run case. I lost a part of me that day. Oh scratch it, I lost my whole fucking will to live that day. The only person that I have was suddenly taken away from me... And dad barely gave a shit about it.

"Dead mom, my father is the greatest of pretenders. I wish his perfect picket fences, would impale him through the heart. Everyday he's starin' at me, like all "Hurry up get happy, move along... Forget about your mom."

For a moment I feel myself choke on a sob. Minute by minute, I feel more confident. My gaze was directed at the crowd rather on my shoes, my fiddling fingers gripped the mic tightly out of rage instead of terror. I wouldn't call it confidence, it was rather my undeniable and shameless hatred for my father showing. I'm bitter, I hold an unhealthy grudge, I have never vented to anyone. But this time, I get to tell the whole goddamn audience how I feel just by singing. Everyone can hear the rage and bitter sorrow emitting from my voice.

"But daddy's in denial, daddy doesn't wanna feel! He wants me to smile and clap like a performing seal! Ignored it for a while, but daddy's lost his mind for real! You won't believe the mess that we've become..."

We never got along in the first place. He's never cared about me, all he cares about my hero training. That's what I get for being born under a quirk marriage he never wanted to agree to. It's not like I asked to be born, why do you hold a grudge against me just because I exist?

"You held my hand, and life came easy. Now jokes don't land, and no one sees me!"

You never paid attention to me unless I do something wrong, my mere existence annoy you and you always find ways to make me feel shitty about myself. What's next? You're going to tell me to shut the hell up whenever I breathe?

"You're always whining about your mom. Do something useful and train."

"That's not how you use your quirk! Get it through that narrow brain of yours!"

"You know what? They gave me a bad one."

"If you're desperate to see your mother then go jump off a roof or something!"

"Nothing seems to fit! Momma is this it are you receiving? Give me something to believe in or I'm done!"

I haunched over, out of emotions, as I try to stop tears from streaming down my face and started to gradually ruin my vocals. But I know the show must go on, I don't want them to see me breakdown and stop.

"Take me where my soul can run! Or I'll be in my bedroom, wake me when I'm twenty one!"

If didn't wanted me, he could've easily abandon me like he abandoned his humanity.

"Daddy's movin' forward, daddy didn't lose a mom!"

At this rate, tears rapidly shed from my eyes with ease. I would've frantically wiped it off since I don't want them to see me cry, but I no longer care. Let them see me cry, laugh at me, cry with me, pity me, I don't care. I still haven't moved on from my mother, let me mourn.

"Momma won't you send a sign, I'm running out of hope and time!"

I wish my mom were alive. Or better yet, I wish I were dead to be with my mom in heaven if it exists. Let her take me there with her, away from my distasteful father.

"A plague of mice, a lightning strike, or a drop of nuclear bomb! No more playing daddy's game, I'll go insane if things don't change!"

I feel my throat tightened, causing me to barely squeal out the lyrics. I am out of breathe, but that won't stop me. Not now.

"Whatever it takes to make him say your name! Dead mom!"

Through tears, I choked on the last lyrics. After ending that note, I raised my balled fist in the air with a successful end. Or maybe not successful. I don't care.

I don't know what's with them, but they started cheering. I couldn't care, I'm just glad I was able to vent out my anger, but I can still accept the praise and the cheers. I bowed, as curtains dropped in front of me.

After the other performances of singers, we were all gathered in front of the stage. I think this is where they'd announce the winner. It honestly feels like a beauty pageant and I can't help but to giggle at the thought.

"For third runner up, they gave out their all. They shed emotions with the songs and made the audience cry with them! Please give them a round of applause, Y/N Takami! Please step forward!"

My eyes were as wide as saucers. I honestly thought I wouldn't receive any prize, I'm incomparably mediocre among all the competitors, but here I am.

I stepped forward, as the judges' hung a sash around my torso and handed me a bouquet of flowers. I surely didn't expect this, but boy does it feel good. Pictures were taken here and there, before second runner up and champion was announced. We took pictures together, chatted for an hour, exchanged information, before we all decided to go to our separate paths.

I didn't know singing about my daddy issues will make me happy but here I am! But I do admit, I felt better after I sang. And me placing third is an additional bonus, so good on that too!

Happy Father's day, Hawks. You might be a parent, but you didn't do well. But thanks for bringing me into the world, I guess.