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You had social anxiety. You were also shy. You were also awkward as fuck. But you had a strong quirk. A quirk that didn’t even fit with your personality.
You were adopted from the streets by no other than the pro hero, Aizawa or commonly known as Eraser head, after having discovered that your family was killed and that you were being held hostage as an experiment, you were tested on until you had a good enough quirk to “rUlE thE WoRlD”. You had no memory whatsoever with that time but all you knew that you’d rather be quirkless.
You were strong. You can suck up the energy from others and use it to power up yourself… well that’s what’s written on paper but after a few training sessions and research with Aizawa and a few more pro heroes you learned that you can actually use a person’s quirk if you had “touch” them enough and by touch you meant intimacy… to be specific kisses are where it’s more effective… maybe? All you knew was that your quirk fed on that.
How long can you hold a borrowed quirk? You had no clue. Based on the pro heroes’ findings the quirk you borrowed can be powered up to fit yourself and your fighting style.
But you didn’t want to use it, you didn’t want to be selfish to use other’s quirk for your advantage. Thus you worked hard on your combat skills, learning to fight the quirkless way. Aizawa tried talking to you on how you should try to at least use it and find other ways to manifest this power but you didn’t listen. Using the quirk meant that you were okay with what those kidnappers did to you and your family, you weren’t so you were never going to use it.
You worked hard enough and Aizawa saw that… he saw how you beat yourself up during training, he saw how much you overthink over the smallest mistakes that you made, he saw how much you’ve cried at night, he saw how much your dark past has taken a toll on your mental and emotional health but he also saw how much you’ve improved, how much you have grown through the years, he saw how determined you are with taking down people who had intentions on doing what they did to you, he saw how much you wanted to make the world a better place. He knew how strong you can become… but you can become stronger if you just used your quirk. So he secretly sent a recommendation slip to UA where he believed you can finally accept the fact that no matter how hard you trained you just have to forgive yourself and use your quirk.
After learning Aizawa’s trick on his sleeve you were actually happy about it but after learning that you were in class 1-A, it was a different story. You groaned. You wanted to study at UA but not like this, not at class 1-A. Your social anxiety couldn’t handle the expectant eyes of all of Japan. So you skipped on a whole school week just so you can steady your nerves and mentally prepare yourself with what’s about to happen and of course the thought of socializing. You shuddered.
After one week, you finally dragged yourself to UA, you didn’t want to ride with Aizawa since you both didn’t want people to know that he was your caretaker. And that’s how you ended up in front of class nervously pulling down the hem of your skirt.
“Please introduce yourself.” Aizawa spoke, which made you flinch a little.
You skipped a whole school week just because you were mentally not prepared, what does your classmates think about that?
“I’m (y/n), pleased to meet all of you.” You bowed, your eyes never leaving the floor. You heard a few greetings back which surprised you. Your eyes finally looked up to see the whole class staring at you, some with smiles, some seemed curious, some seemed uninterested. You smiled at everyone. “I’m sorry for skipping the previous week, I hope you take care of me” you bowed again.
After that, Aizawa pointed you to an empty seat and the class resumed. After a few normal high school lessons it was time for lunch, you didn’t know where to go or who you would go with so you randomly picked a classmate to follow to the canteen. Your plan? Follow to the canteen, get food and eat by yourself in the classroom. Your eyes went around the room searching for a classmate to follow. Your eyes landed on crimson eyes, he had ashe blonde hair, which were staring back at you, he furrowed his eyebrows, before he could say anything you looked away. You then came upon a boy with half white, half red hair. He was calmly putting his things in his bag, you stared at him longer than necessary until he noticed someone staring at him so he turned his head to your direction but you quickly looked away afraid to be caught.
Nope. He seems too attentive.
You were busy eyeing up everyone in the room that you didn’t notice a girl with pink skin come close to you. “Hi! You are so pretty!!!” she greeted in which you jolted at the loud sound. “Oh. I’m sorry for scaring you” she laughed sheepishly as her hand went behind her head scratching her neck.
You smiled softly. Your facial features expressing what you wanted to say but couldn’t since the words “It’s okay” just seemed to hang on the tip of your tongue.
She smiled back with a twinkle in her eyes. “You seem to be a shy one!” she laughed in which you just looked down embarrassed that she’s doing all the talking. “Don’t worry! I got you! We’ll eventually crack your shell” she patted your back. You flinched at the touch eyes widening you looked up at her.
“We?” you finally uttered a word.
“Me and your classmates of course” She smiled warmly at you in which you bit your lip. You sure hope everyone had the patience to deal with you, your trauma and your quirkless self. “Now hurry! We still gotta introduce you and eat lunch” she grabbed your wrists as she pulled you along as she ran across the halls to the canteen. Where some of your classmates who left early were waiting.
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“So what’s your quirk?” a girl with brown hair asked, she had on a cheerful expression. She seems to have the softest cheeks with a light blush placed on top of them. You gulped on your saliva as you smiled nervously.
You were currently sitting with your classmates at a long ass table, almost everyone seemed to be here. You introduced yourself again when you arrived with Mina, the pink girl who introduced herself while pulling you to the canteen. Everyone introduced themselves, some you remembered while others not as much but you’ll get there eventually. The whole time you were just listening to them talking casually nodding at them and smiling. Until they started to ask you questions since they wanted to know you more.
“Um… I’m quirkless?” you played with the hem of your skirt. Everyone gasps, especially the boy with wild dark green hair and freckles. He immediately perked up when you said the word ‘quirkless’ his eyes were narrowing at you.
“You got recommended even though you’re quirkless?” Mina asked her eyes in awe as she thought about what you are capable of to belong to class 1-A without even having a quirk.
“Well technically I am not quirkless I just…” you reasoned out, stopping for what seems to be a few minutes “don’t want to use my quirk.” Your classmate’s eyebrows furrowed.
“Wow your quirk must suck for you to not use it then” The boy with crimson eyes and ashe blonde hair said as he took a bite of his food. You flinched, it certainly struck a chord within you. Others noticed how tense you became when the words left Bakugo’s lips.
“Bakugo what the fuck man?” Kirishima hit Bakugo’s arm, scolding him
“Totally unnecessary for you to say” Momo glared at the boy.
“Well it’s true it sucks that’s why i don't want to use it” You forced yourself to smile, ignoring the sudden pang at your chest. It was indeed true but hearing it from others with a different context from yours hurted. It indeed sucked because of the purpose and reason on why you got it but thinking that others looked at it as some type of a joke? The trauma you had to go through wasn’t a joke.
“But it is your quirk, isn’t it?” The freckled dark green-haired boy stated in which his name you remembered as Midoriya.
“A quirk is a gift not a curse” you stated calmly but you were shaking, you could see the gears turning on their heads trying to understand what you meant. “I should probably go. Thank you for having me” you smiled as you bow. You hurriedly turned to leave not noticing the tear that escaped your eyes as you rushed through the halls.
You looked down at your hands, beads of sweat were forming. You didn’t want to let anyone know of your trauma, you didn’t want pity. You wanted to be seen as an equal to everyone. You just wanted to be treated as a person and not anything more or anything less. Right now you felt like a joke, you worked your entire life to get strong even without using this curse you had but they still looked down on you even if you ended up in the highest class for your age range. You didn’t want to be here anyway. I guess I should just go back to being on my own. A few more tears run down your cheeks. This is what you get for trying.