My Quirk wants me dead

A New Day, A New Disaster

The next morning started like any other. I woke up to the sound of my alarm blaring, dragging myself out of bed to get ready for another day at U.A. I went through the motions—shower, breakfast, grabbing my bag. Mom was still asleep on the couch when I left, not that I expected her to see me off.

At least today will be normal.

That was what I thought as I headed out the door, trying to shake off the weirdness of yesterday. After all, how much worse could it get?

The sky was overcast as I made my way to the train station, the kind of weather that matched my mood perfectly. I kept my head down, lost in thought, as I walked. Maybe if I just focused on school, I could forget about everything else for a while.

Then, out of nowhere, it happened.

I was crossing the street, only half-paying attention, when I felt something slam into the back of my head. The force sent me sprawling onto the pavement, my vision exploding with stars.

What the—?!

I clutched my head, pain radiating through my skull. There was a warm, wet sensation spreading under my fingers, and when I pulled my hand away, I saw blood. A lot of blood.

Where did that even come from?

Dazed, I looked around, trying to make sense of what had just happened. But there was nothing. No person, no object, no sign of anything that could have hit me. The street was empty, except for a few passersby who were now staring at me like I was some kind of freak show.

One of them, an older man with a worried expression, rushed over to help me up.

Man: Are you alright, son? What happened?

Me: I... I don't know. Something hit me, but... there's nothing there.

He looked around, clearly confused, but didn't question it further since we are in a quirk society so anyone with a quirk could have hit me.

Man: You should get that looked at. You're bleeding pretty bad.

No kidding.

I thanked him weakly and stumbled the rest of the way to U.A., my head pounding with every step. The world around me felt like it was spinning, and I had to keep blinking to stay focused.

How does something like this even happen?

By the time I reached the school gates, I was barely holding it together. Students were milling around, heading to their classes, but I ignored them, heading straight for the nurse's office. I must have looked pretty bad because no one even tried to stop me or ask what was wrong.

Finally, I made it to Recovery Girl's office. The door was slightly ajar, so I pushed it open and stumbled inside.

Recovery Girl: Goodness, what happened to you?

I tried to answer, but the words got stuck in my throat. Instead, I just pointed to my head, the blood still trickling down my face.

She shook her head, motioning for me to sit down.

Recovery Girl: Let's get that taken care of. You're lucky you made it here.

Lucky?

That's one way to put it.

She got to work immediately, her experienced hands working quickly to clean the wound. The healing energy from her quirk washed over me, and the pain started to fade, but I couldn't shake the confusion.

Me: Recovery Girl... I don't know what happened. Something hit me, but there was nothing there. It doesn't make sense.

She looked at me with concern, her eyes narrowing slightly.

Recovery Girl: You've been through a lot lately, haven't you? I heard the story from Zashi. He told us all about his very spezial little problem listener, we all should have a good eye on.... guess that is you, huh.......This might just be more of that bad luck following you around.

Bad luck?

Is that all this is?

Me: Maybe... but it feels like something more.

She finished healing me, her expression softening as she patted my shoulder.

Recovery Girl: Take it easy today, alright? If you're feeling off, don't push yourself too hard."

I nodded, though I wasn't sure how much good it would do. I was already feeling off, and it wasn't just from the head wound. Something was wrong—really wrong—and I couldn't shake the feeling that it was only going to get worse.

How much more of this can I take?

I thanked her and left the office, heading towards my classroom. The day was just beginning, but it already felt like it was going to be another long, strange one.