Think (MHA x OC)

Think: Chapter Eighty-Seven: A Copied Quirk

My Hero Academia Fan Fiction by Agent ARK 88

Warnings: This work contains mild language, violence, and blood.

Please be aware this piece is in second person perspective, following my original character, Think, Anna Kokoro, who is a transfer student from America.

Chapter Eighty-Seven: A Copied Quirk

"Too much. It's too much," Monoma cried. His fingers dug into his scalp. His blond hair started to float.

It's too much. There are too many voices!

You winced as Monoma's voice echoed in your mind. You knelt down in front of him, putting your hands on his shoulders. "Monoma, focus. You need to focus on something else. You need to actively shut it off." The air began to shift, and the quirk buzzed in the back of your mind. You shoved out your quirk, just as a blast came from Monoma. The two quirks collided, sending a booming crackle through the space. You and Monoma skidded back from each other. Kirishima ran to you, while Jett went to help up Monoma.

Monoma's eyes were still shut, trembling. Jett couldn't even take another step closer, as he bounced off of a mental shield that Monoma hadn't even known he'd created. You knew very little about his quirk, but he should have been able to shut off your power just as easily as he started using it. There was a time limit for his quirk too, no? You vaguely remembered hearing Bakugo and Kirishima arguing about his quirk having surprised them at The Sports Festival some time at the beginning of your days at U.A..

"He copied your quirk, but he should be able to stop it. He's not supposed to be able to copy quirks that are energy based, but why is there so much power? How do we stop it? This is your doing, isn't it? This is all your fault!" Jett pointed an accusatory finger at you, his voice growing angrier with each word.

As Kirishima helped you back to your feet, you didn't know how to respond. Your quirk was alive with its own power from the day it manifested. It didn't build. It was always just there. The only thing you could ever be certain of was a need to suppress it for the sake of seeming normal, but, even then, it came out when it wanted to. Controlling it with practice, allowed you to harness its general flow. You gained more facets of it. It was dampened when overused due to exhaustion, but it had always been there. Perhaps there was some bank of energy being filled, but it never started from nothing. This power, streaming from Monoma now, you could only assume was the energy from his mind filtering into the quirk to sustain it.

The energy of Monoma's mind shield crackled and vibrated, tickling the air with only a portion of your normal power due to it coming from a mind not equipped for it. You realized, in utter horror, that there may not be enough time to wait for Monoma's copy of your quirk to run out.

You gently moved Kirishima behind you. His eyebrows knitted together in concern. "We could get Mr. Aizawa. He's probably already on the way," Kirishima said quickly.

The wind in the hallway began to cyclone. The energy from Monoma's mind was swirling around him. You met it with your own quirk, and a gust of wind whooshed through the hall from the impact of the two powers colliding.

"We can't risk Monoma hurting himself. If we wait, it could be too late. If Mr. Aizawa shows up in time, then at least we can minimize the damage before then," you said in determination. Keeping your copied quirk at bay, was like child's play. The strength difference between Monoma's mind quirk and yours was tangible. If only restraining him would keep it from getting out of control. You knew if you tried to contain the entirety of the power, it could lash out, or worse, explode. "Keep everybody back, Kirishima. I don't know how much I can do."

As you stepped closer, you felt the pull of the copied mind quirk to your own. It felt the same as interacting with Shinso's quirk, but it was more forceful. You reached out a strand of your mind, tentatively brushing Monoma's panicked thoughts. It was like a whirlpool in his brain, pulling you toward the center. You hesitated to let it take you in, but you knew, while in the mind, you could dampen what was happening outside.