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Y/N] hated her quirk.
She had ever since she was a child.
Growing up, when most kids hit the age of quirk discovery [Y/N] still hadn't figured out what hers was.
That's is, of course, until she had planted a sloppy kiss on the lips of a boy in the playground. Wings had sprouted from between her shoulder blades, a thin, pointed tail poked out from under her skirt, and she was suddenly aware of two stubby horns poking out from under her hair.
The boy she was kissing, his name something [Y/N] couldn't remember, had jerked away from the girl violently with a loud yell, attracting the attention of the surrounding parents and children.
Shell-shocked, [Y/N] could only just process the blood dripping from the boys lip, bright like cherries as it dripped into the woodchips on the floor.
"Mommy!" [Y/N] remembers the boy shrieking. "Help me!!! She attacked me!"
After that, everything went by as a sort of blur. [Y/N] Could remember shouting, and a mother rushing to embrace the bleeding boy, there was so much noise. So much shouting.
As the mother yelled at her, [Y/N]'s ears filled with blood, drowning out the yelling with the sound of her rapid heartbeat.
Slowly, [Y/N] brought a small, shaky hand up to her lips. Her chubby fingers pressing against the razor sharp point of her teeth, pricking into her skin and drawing a droplet of blood.
And she cried.