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[06] Unordinary

"A-Are you really okay?" Present Mic asks, eyes wide with disbelief. He gingerly places his hand on your arm, making sure not to apply too much pressure. When you don't wince or otherwise show that you're in pain, he squeezes down a bit. "Does this hurt? If it hurts even a little bit, tell me, okay?"

You shake your head. "It doesn't hurt. My arm is fine now. Sorry for worrying you."

A shuddering gasp leaves his lips. Poor guy. He really looked like he was about to pass out just a few moments ago.

Anyways, your arm isn't broken anymore, which is great, because you very much rely on the function of your arms. You use those arms to hold up burgers and guide them towards your mouth. They serve a very important purpose.

"I never expected you to have such an amazing Quirk," Present Mic remarks. Now that he's calmed down a bit, he's able to pat your head and smile again. "Thank goodness. I'm so relieved you're okay."

You frown. "What's a Quirk?"

Come to think of it, Dr. Garaki used the same term before too, but you didn't actually know what it meant.

"Hm?" Present Mic blinks repeatedly. "You really haven't heard of Quirks before? I feel like pretty much everyone knows what they are..."

He stops himself then, remembering that your situation is rather unique, and there must be gaps in your memory. He can't even begin to imagine how you were raised until now, and how much you must have suffered, so the least he can do is answer any questions you have.

Whether you don't know something, or you've simply forgotten, he'll be there to walk you through all of it.

"Quirks are special abilities," he explains. "Like your ability to heal yourself. You fell from the tree and broke your arm, but your Quirk is what saved you."

Huh. You didn't realize it was something special. You didn't question it when your injuries healed after Dr. Garaki inflicted them upon you, because you simply didn't have a baseline for what is or isn't normal.

"Do you have a Quirk too, Mic?" you ask.

He grins and nods his head. "Sure do! Ah, but I probably shouldn't demonstrate here. I'll end up bursting all these poor kids' eardrums."

Present Mic offers you his hand and helps pull you to your feet. You spend a few moments dusting yourself off after the fall. There's dirt sticking to your nice new clothes, which sucks, but you're hoping it can be washed out.

"I promise I'm fine," you reassure. "I won't climb any more trees anymore, so can I stay and play with them for a while longer?"

Present Mic knits his brows together. "Honestly, kiddo, you scared me half to death back there, but it's my fault for not paying more attention. This time I'll be watching you like a hawk, and trees are absolutely out of the question."

"I know," you say. "I learned a valuable lesson today. I shouldn't underestimate trees."

"Er, I think the lesson is to just be more cautious in general."

"Trees are bad. I get it now."

Present Mic lets out a sigh, but he must realize you're not willing to be dissuaded. It appears he trusts you enough to believe that you won't try anything reckless like that again, but this time when he goes to sit back down on the bench, he really is watching you like a hawk.

That's fine, though. You have nothing to hide. Your tree-climbing days are already a thing of the past.

"Anyways, I climbed it," you say, finally turning back towards the blond kid who was heckling you earlier. "My Quirk saved me, but I fell, so that's proof that climbing trees is dangerous. You shouldn't try to force anyone to do it, otherwise they could get hurt really badly."