She sighed, sipping her tea
"...Alright. I...didn't tell you the whole truth about my injury earlier. And well-I'm not the one who broke it....that honor goes to my dad."
(Ok wait I lowkey love this-)
(Hell yeah!)
"....my dad-he's a pro-wrestler. Wanted to be a hero, but his quirk was just too similar to others. He's always been a bit bitter about it, but that drive is what pushed him to train me. He wanted me to be tough, to know how to defend myself. At first, it was all just typical self defense stuff-but then....my old man died. I was little at the time, my quirk hadn't even fully manifested yet-he died in the line of duty, he was a policeman. After that...my dad started going harder on me. I think he blamed himself for not being able to save his husband-but he took it out on me. And once my quirk fully developed, he just wanted to spar more and more. Eventually, I actually started being able to win our fights. His moves were predictable, and I was just faster than he was. It pissed him off so much-his daughter surpassing him, wanting to be a pro-he started changing up his moves, going harder to try and beat me-and one day, he actually managed to land a hit-he shattered the bones in my left leg. When I cried out for help, he said that with a quirk like mine, I should be able to get it myself. He wouldn't take me to a hospital, not until he got fed up with my crying-I was just a kid-but by then it was too late, the bones never healed right. That's why I walk with my staff, and favor my left leg during fights."
