He could still hear the thunder echoing up to the atmosphere.
The smoke had subsized, flames were still visible in nearby grass, the metallic taste was awful, the smell of charred hair was even worse, the ringing of the ears muffled the screams, it helped somehow. The numbing was taking over to the legs, the arms were just starting to feel tact. He tried to drag his body to hers, the guilt was a great motivator, the intrusive thoughts and despair also helped. The silly fights had gone too far.
The death gaze was a final gutpunch, her gloomy, cheerful eyes were no more, long gone the little one already was, the blurred vision of overflowing tears couldn't blind the horror, against what he wished, this being a dream was far from being a bitter truth. No shaking was bringing her back, screams mere inches from her ear bore no reaction and each second feeling like 10 hours, the push snapped him back to reality, a reality that he killed her.
"It was a accident" everyone had concluded, the coping system of every adult. Nothing would take away from him such guilty, her strawberry birthday cake was still half cut, just shy of turning five years old, nothing would give him confort, no conversation, no hug, not even the thunderstorm above he'd always find soothing and tranquil, nothing would make the thoughts go away. "We are still trying to locate him, Sir." He could barely hear the servant speaking with his father, whose composure was for the first time not there. "Do not come back until you find him." His tranquility was bothersome, he just lost his baby girl, why wouldn't he be weeping? Mother was a mess, couldn't even look at me without crying, to this day it feels like she always cried to stop her from unleashing her bottled rage at me, mother's instincts, one would guess.
Therapy was but running water on a third degree burn, pills were not an option, there was no way he would opt for this cheap subterfuge. It has been almost a year, not once a spark was produced, the metallic taste was more of a companion as was the finger numbing, one mere thought was enough to make him feel sick. Mother moved on but never again she was the same, a void shell, father was there and at same time he wasn't, his effort was noted.
The collar was bad, the itching was worse but the sickness faded away slowly, the numbing was gone this time, better get used to 1/5th.
3 years, a month before my trip we've had our conversation about what happened that day, dad was anxious to even ask just as I was about to answer it, tears were already flooding. "He fired a bolt at me, I flinch-..." -the hiccups were abundant- "[...]flinched. She got h-hi-hit..." It was like he mustered every inch of strength to let it out. Like a puff of smoke Temp disappeared, his horrified face is the last image of him, always the faster, probably realized what had happened even before Kaminari did.
Father rested his hand on his shoulder, he tried his best throughout the years to get closer but it was visible how hard it was to even approach him, the awkwardness was tense enough to feel like a wall between them. The last honest talk they had until departure, mother smiled and waved as did he, felt like they were getting rid of the murderer, a twisted way of feeling relief that they didn't had to see him anymore.
His mind was going all places as he didn't knew what it was going to be this... timeoff. It first started as the best thing for all parties, then a feeling of dread creeped on as maybe this was a way to getting rid of him without remorse, sleeping didn't help either, a panic attack from the nightmares thousands of feet above the Pacific would be troublesome, so only remained one book and the available movies until arrival.
The plane touched down. On the way to the apartment it was clear that this country wasn't nothing like his, from the car window everything looked... Too good. A Cold War like tension as if at anytime a nuke would go off and the people would still live on their day waiting for the boom. Arriving at the apartment, the overwhelming feeling of loneliness made it quite difficult to successfully held back the tears as he went to the balcony to get some air, it made a great view of U.A High School. The feeling of being a weight on everyone's shoulders wouldn't come back, not if he could help it."The first mask has to be immaculate so the third will be seamless." he thought this would be a second chance, a way to not live in a world were everyone and everything were a reminder of what happened.
As Kaminari organized his stuff and went out to buy some minor decorations, the day passed very quickly. Dusk begun, the decision to take a walk through Musutafu was for the best, Takoba beach was beautiful, not as dirty as he heard it was. Back home the decorations were finished, there were still a couple of months before U.A entrance exam, more than enough to train and study. Hearing U.A exams would be taxating was reason enough to keep training his Quirk, the therapy helped wonders for the psychological trauma, manifesting powers wasn't as impossible as it once was.
Kaminari's quirk was by no means weak, "Electrokinesis" -the doctor called- what started as minor shocks that startled his father soon became powerful electric currents. "The limit is his knowledge and imagination" the doctor continued, not exactly what one should say out loud to a child. What started with melted spoons soon turned into burnt bed sheets giving place to lamps exploding, even two televisions short circuited after temper tantrums of past bed time. Years after the incident, his under-reliance of his quirk was a double-edged sword, sure he didn't have to always resort to it and became more independent, but that also meant hesitation when the situation called for it's usage, specially at dire circunstances.
This however will be dealt at a proper time, the months passed by like a lightning flash, the exam was tomorrow.
Better rest.