I'm not your blade [at least I hope I'm not]
He was perfect in every way, every aspect of his being forced into perfection. That's who he was... perfect.To everyone he was perfect, his quirk; his family; his appearance.But to him, as he looked into the mirror, all he sees is a weapon. A perfect weapon made to fit the iron mould of his father's grip. His father's masterpiece.That's all he was, not a child. Always a masterpiece and never a boy.A boy forced into perfection.-Cross posted on AO3 (the same user as here)…