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• CHAPTER SIX •
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Growing up as a little girl you saw heroes on television every day. You'd grin with big sparkling eyes as you watched them fight crime. There were even times when your mother had to pull you away from the tv because your face was inches from the screen.
Just like many other children at your age, you had decided from then on that you wanted to be a hero. You were going to be a hero with a cool costume and an awesome quirk with the best name. It was decided and your mind thought of nothing that could change the fact.
When the time came, you received your quirk. You went to your family doctor, and she informed your mother that you had the ability to heal yourself and others. Your parents were quite happy with this. They thought it was perfect since they wanted you to become a doctor when you'd grown up.
But that's not what you wanted.
You wanted much more than be a doctor. You wanted to be a hero. You wanted to save people. You refused to follow the same path that your parents had.
The majority of your relatives in the family tree became doctors, and the ability of healing was passed down for many generations, so it wasn't much of a surprise that you'd gotten this quirk.
Healing quirks carry much significance and appreciation, but still, you resented your quirk. It angered you to have such a boring quirk while all of your classmates had cool flashy ones. It wasn't fair! Not fair at all!
