6 years ago, that's when it happened. My mom died in a villian attack. Heroes and police say she was protecting me. I can't recall that night. Doctors say it was too traumatic to remember, it think someone had erased my memory. "Surely I could handle anything. Why are people so weak? I'm strong!" Is what I tell myself. I honestly don't believe myself anymore.
Quirk: (sry if u don't like it I just made up a quirk and wanted to use it in a story)
My quirk is blood manipulation.
If I cut myself I can open the cut larger and control my blood. I can't stiffen it, change the shape, use it as sero does and even create things out of it. I'd say it's pretty useful. My blood naturally regenerates so I don't have time worry about blood loss.Disclaimers: sorry this is a fem story but any culture and race can read it. If something doesn't apply to u in this story I can be short minded sometimes so just plz NICELY remind me
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FanficUr obv y/n and so am I thats why I'm making this. for me n u. 😩 When y/n was 10, her mother died. that led to her father bein abusive and shi (this is rlly awkward to write but no one will know my identity) What will happen? idk tbh imma just roll...