Humming to themself lightly, softly in the dark night, they walks the dangerous pitch black alleyways of musutafu with all too familiar ease, making their way back to their... hosts home for lack of a better description.
Well.... They muse to themselves they do in fact have a better description of their unwitting host but they hardly like thinking too deeply about that pathetic little hero wannabe.
Though they suppose they do find some sick kind of amusement in their hosts continuous misfortune, even if they have no clue why they feel this way.
They know... they themselves is a large part of why their host is constantly alone, bullied, abused and hated, discriminated against by all except his own mother, a mother who could never believe in him and his so called impossible Dreams...
They had no intention of causing this amount of harm on their host but it's not like they can control others actions, they cannot even understand or comprehend human thoughts or feelings.
melting into the shadows of their hosts apartment building, slipping unseen, unknown to all as they reappear in their hosts bedroom after they are positive their host is deep asleep, as their solid form flickers, dark wisps of shadow dripping off their form as they fade into a cloud of dark grey mist, only for a second later to seep into their hosts body as easily as breathing, prepared to stay within to recharge there energy reserves for a few days.
They are the main cause of there hosts suffering though... cause after all...their host and everybody else thinks he's quirk-less and how could a quirk-less useless deku possibly become a hero?
Not that it would matter either way if he knew about their existence or not.
Since they are not a quirk he or anyone else for that matter could ever hope to control.chuckling to themselves in wicked amusement, they are a known and wanted vigilante and villain. Not that they know why humans consider them a villain necessarily, since complex human laws shouldn't apply to them.
Though if they did what hero school would ever accept a hero hopeful who's sentiment shadow quirk, a quirk he can't manipulate or control in any capacity mind you is on the other side of the law?
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They always find it interesting and highly entertaining watching their host go about his normal every day life, what with the constant bullying, blatant discrimination and abuse that happens to him once he steps out of the house considering they can hear his every thought and feel his every emotion even if he cannot sense or hear their own simply because they don't allow him to.
It's like watching a tragic comedy. Tragic because of said bulling and abuse, the very real pain and sadness they can feel seep and radiate from every pore and fibre of their hosts body and soul, which would almost make them feel bad for what they have inadvertently but forced nonetheless their host to endure simply because they refused to reveal themselves to him, to let their host know that they in fact have a quirk, an extremely powerful and versatile sentient quirk at that... but then they listen, they feel and don't feel bad at all because the thoughts there host has is absolutely hilarious and they themselves has absolutely no intention of becoming a damn hero.
The main reason they never showed themselves to there host in the first place.
Now where were they... oh yes comedy, it is simply hilarious because there host is, without a shadow of a doubt, a completely and irreversible masochist.
Every shove, every hit and kick, every explosion used on his too soft and tender body causes their host to all but scream and moan in pleasure, the way his thoughts keep begging for his bullies to hurt him more despite his outside appearance begging for them to stop, stuttering and crying in the way any other tragically bullied teenager would do.
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Shadow Healer
FanfictionNot all Quirks are mindless, everyone knows that sentient Quirks exist, but they've probably never seen a Quirk like them before, they kind of want to keep it that way, not when their host wants to be a hero and they don't, they see no need to obey...