The day I got my quirk, I was so happy. My father could control water and my mother could make things float. They were surprised when I learned both of their quirks.
There are small things about my quirk that I have to remember. I have to know their pains to be able to use the quirk and control it.
"You suffer from bad burns caused by your quirk." I say, sitting back on my bed. He sits a few feet away with his mouth parted.
"Your quirk is..." he starts.
"Illegal. Yeah. "
He stands fast and dusts off his pants.
"Leaving right after you check on me." I state unequivocally
"I have more assignments that need done." He says this, turning to walk away. I laid back down.
"For a villain, you seem to care if I'm okay." He stops moving. His hand rests on the doorway, and the sun catches his eyes again.
"Maybe it's because I felt sorry for you."
"Sorry? You mean you felt sorry for the drunken girl in the slutty dress attracting the attention of a guy who thinks head tattoos are cool? " I laugh.
I turn my head to look out the crack in the curtain. The street lights are dim and on the verge of going out. The sun is now fully visible, indicating my bedtime.
"Then maybe I'll see you around more often if that's what I'm sorry for." With those words, he leaves. The front door opens and closes. I don't take a second and race to the kitchen, looking through the cabinets for my hand gun. I find it on top of my plates in a lower cabinet.
The day slowly passes and I can't sleep. I opened up to a stranger and didn't even get his name. Maybe I'll see him again, I'd like to learn more about his quirk. It's different from the other fire quirks.
I've never seen blue flames, they were mesmerizing.
By the time work rolled around again, Hawks was at my front door, ushering me to my car. There was something different about Hawks today.
He seemed more overprotective, almost as though he felt threatened by someone. Maybe he saw that guy leave my apartment.
Hawks pushes me into the car and I head to work. The more I thought and tried to connect some dots, the slower I got on my work. A head manager comes by and notices I haven't finished my usual load of work.
"Ms. (Y/L/N)?" She asks, putting a hand on my shoulder. I jumped, startled.
"Yes?"
"You don't look good. Act like you saw a ghost. " Giggling, she says.Her hand rubs my shoulder in a soothing circle.
"I was simply exhausted."I finished reading another quirk placement page.
"How about you take a few days off (Y/N)?"
"I can't."
"Yes you can, and you will. In the 3 years you've been working here, you've never had a vacation. Go home and get some rest for your sake and the companies'." Again, she rubs my shoulder, using her quirk of calmness to sooth me.
Her quirk is built from her emotions. She can sooth anyone she loves and give stress to those she hates. This isn't a quirk for the battlefield, more for therapy with friends.
I stand up and pull down my tight black dress and fix my leather jacket. She smiles and bows to me.
"I'll separate your work from the floor." She says.
"Only for a few days." I repeated knowing I couldn't win.
On the way home, I stopped to get food for the next few days and headed home to my apartment the way I left it. No unsuspecting criminals this time.
