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Soulmates. Something you adored having before. The delicate and cautious handwritten words below your breasts gave you the impression that your soulmate was the comeliest person you'd ever meet.
Or so you thought.
Your shift in the company is over, and you begin to pack your things.
You were always timid. You have trouble speaking out your thoughts, scared to voice them out because of what other people might think.
Your shyness gave you two pathways to what your life would be: bullied and ignored.
But you were the latter considering that your quirk was the same as Eraser head's. The difference is that you have to come in contact with them, skin to skin.
Although you considered being a hero, just thinking about fighting villains gave you the sweaty condition. You couldn't imagine yourself fighting head-on with a villain. You could only see yourself shaking in fear, and the possibility of asking for assistance from other heroes would be implausible... knowing that you were very conservative.
You sat down on the bench at the bus stop. It had gotten dark already, and the only reason you weren't alone was that one person was eating at the convenience store not too far away.
It's okay. There are heroes. You thought. You've been relying on these heroes for too long already, and you trust them even though you haven't been into situations where you're in peril.
