A Messy Conundrum ~ h. shinso

-•- Prologue -•-

Sometimes, it seems to me that everyone knows exactly what they are meant to be. With their first babble, all of their words, emotions, and troubles culminate towards one goal. One sense of belonging. One destiny.

There's the obvious choice, of course. What little kid doesn't dream of being a superhero? But that dream fades away for most. Most quirks aren't meant for that type of work, and that's okay because there are other things that call to them. Engineering, medicine, the arts, you name it. There's a place for everyone.

Except me.

Everyone I know has a quirk perfectly suited for their job. Construction workers with drills for hands, teachers with voices that put kids at ease, heck my doctor literally never has to sleep. What a perfect profession.

But I've always kind of felt like what I love, and what I need to fill the "void" as they say, don't match up. For instance, I love music. I can play tons of instruments too, but- I'm mediocre at best. It's really just a hobby, and I could never hope to compete with someone whose quirk gives them perfect pitch or a permanent ukulele on their belly. Likewise, I love to read and write. But, again, it's only ever been a pastime. Not really something that gives my life meaning.

I mean I've been surrounded by heroes my whole life, and they always talk about how they always knew. They knew that being a hero was what they were meant to do. So where does that leave me?

Anyway, I guess what I'm trying to say is...

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Ugh.

"Reverie, are you finished writing?"

"I can't figure out what I'm trying to say." My doctor laughs at this. It makes the dark circles under his eyes crinkle. "You've been writing for a half hour now, surely you have something," he says.

"Well ya, but I can't get to the point," I say, folding up my letter neatly to avoid eye contact. "That's okay Reverie, the point is already there. You don't have to spell it out for me."

"Alright," I say, handing him the note.

"Okay, I'll read this and we can talk things over next time okay?"

"Thank you, Doctor Shinso. For- taking time out of your schedule to do stupid therapy sessions with me. I know that's not really what you specialize in, but I didn't really wanna tell my dads and-"

"No worries Reverie, I'm happy to help."

He starts shuffling papers, and I take that as my sign to leave. I slip out the door. I study the tiles below me as I walk toward the main lobby.

And then I run into something. I should probably start watching where I'm going.