Master of all quirks, wielder of none.
Humans are quirky. Yet, there was one boy, who was nothing, with no quirks, no emotions. Just nothing. All have just one question.
Who is this quirkless boy with brown hair and golden orbs?
Moreso, What exact...
What truly defines a person's worth? Is it their ability to find meaning in life, or the sum of their successes? I don't have the answer. Yet here I am, searching hopelessly for my own value. I'm just a quirkless being—a vessel into which countless hours of training and resources have been poured. But even with all that, I find myself empty, expendable. My survival has depended solely on demonstrating capability.
So, is worth directly tied to capability? And if so, what measures this capability?
Was I worthy of being a hero?
Or was I just....capable?
I still don't know. I left the arena with my shattered arm, each step heavy with a quiet resignation, and made my way to the nurse's office. The sterile scent took me back to the confinement of cold, clinical walls. I sank onto the creaky bed, waiting for Shuenzi to finish with the others. Izuku had endured more than most—it looked like a villain had torn him apart.
When Shuenzi turned to me, her mournful expression was quickly masked by an angry glare.
"Dearie, what part of 'Don't push yourself' do you not understand?"
"I didn't intend to break my arm. It all happened too fast."
"Your face is unreadable as always, so I'll have to take your word for it. Here, have some gummies and a kiss."
Her lips brushed my cheek, gentle and soft, like a mother's touch—something I'd never known.
"Dearie, I shouldn't say this, but you're pushing too hard for what you're trying to achieve."
"What do you mean?"
"I've been watching everything on TV." She gestured to the muted LCD screen in the corner.
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It seems Iida was having a hard time in the semi finals, which wasn't unexpected. It was clear Todoroki will win. The next round will be me versus Bakugou. I will have to get ready for that angry mutt.
Breaking me away from my thoughts was a sombre voice from Shuenzi.
"I've been healing people for over 40 years. I've seen all kinds of emotions—rage over a loss, the agony of a broken soul. I've mended their physical wounds, and in doing so, often eased their mental scars. But..."
"I think that's enough, Shuenzi."
"...Quite the rebuttal, dearie..."
"I'm just not comfortable with anyone prying into my life."
"It's alright. It was wrong of me to offer unsolicited advice."
"It's okay. I'll be going now."
I stood, feeling some of my strength return as I left the room. But just before I stepped out, I heard her whisper, "Be careful."
