The room contorted. I could hear my dad. I always had auditory hallucinations when I did this shit. He yelled at me. I saw something blue. I never had visual hallucinations past the room spinning. I felt a prick in my skin. That was even more worrying. I was about to have a bad trip in front of Hawks. I shut my eyes and focused on my body. I wasn't seeing things. That was my quirk. At this realization I lifted my hands up. It was hard to keep them up for long, but I couldn't get my quirk to shut off. I blacked out for a moment and then found myself with my hands hanging off the bed and some red blobs holding my arms away from the mattress. "Thanks, Hawks." Is what I meant to say. I didn't hear a response and I couldn't hear my own voice, either. So I'm not sure what actually became of the conversation. "I can't hear anything real during this, so I'm sorry if you need to say something important. I can barely see, either. Everything's blurry. That's not normal. I can still feel you, though. I know if you touch me or if your feathers do." I informed him. Hawks put his hand on my back. I felt like I was going to throw up. "Hawks, bathroom please. I'm gonna be sick." I saw a red blob float away. A few moments later, it came back into view and it had the kitchen garbage can with it. 'Wow, he's so much better with his quirk than I am.' I thought. There wasn't anything to throw up, so I dry heaved for what felt like hours. I felt Hawk's hand on my shoulder. I lifted my hand to find his, but he quickly pushed it back down. I guess my quirk was still on. I turned to Hawks. He got kinda close to my face. It was just close enough for his face to be clear. I made a goofy smile and started giggling at him. God, it's so much easier to go through this shit with him. Hawks smiled at me and started laughing. He ran his hand through my hair and then looked at me. "Are you okay?" I nodded. He showed me my own hand. My quirk was gone. I sighed in relief and then grabbed his hand. I plopped backwards. I would have fallen off the bed if he wasn't so fast with his quirk. He made sure his mouth was in my field of vision. "Careful there. How did you ever manage this by yourself?" I glared at him and then sat up. I laid against the wall on the top of the bed. I tried to cover my ears, my dad's yelling was back. I knew I couldn't stay like this long, though. Hawks pulled my hands away from my head just in case. That was a good call. Immediately, my hands exploded into flames. Hawks sent a pair of feathers. They came back with a pen and paper from his bag. He always carried it in case he needed to help someone who was deaf.
