16: Diseased

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I wonder if I'll ever get better at this.

You furrow your brows, concentrating to the best of your ability as you channel your telekinesis. Even just picking up small objects, like the notebook you're currently lifting, is kind of tricky. The heavier the object is, the more of a strain it puts on you, but even if the object is light, the amount of focus required to control something consistently is mentally taxing. You've been trying to prolong the duration of time you can do it for, but it hasn't been easy.

Unlike Katsuki, or Shouto, it doesn't seem like you're especially gifted. It's possible that you'll improve over time, of course, but using your Quirk doesn't come super naturally to you.

Still. Just because it's a bit of a struggle doesn't mean you have any intention of giving up. You'll bust your ass ten times harder, no-a hundred times harder than everyone else if that's what it takes.

After all, isn't that what Izuku did?

"Okay, one notebook is fine," you huff. "Now, I should be able to lift some more things at the same time. E-Even though it's pretty hard..."

You use one hand and make a conscious effort to keep the notebook spinning through the air, and with your other hand, you direct some star fragments towards one of the textbooks sitting on your desk. It's arguably heavier, not to mention that juggling multiple objects at a time has always been a challenge. But you're determined to improve, no matter what it takes.

You succeed in making the textbook float through the air as well, and after letting out a heavy sigh, you focus on spinning both objects around and controlling them to the best of your ability. You want to keep this up for as long as possible, so that you can slowly expand your Quirk's limits.

For a while, it works. To most, it might not seem particularly impressive, but you're grateful to at least be able to do this much.

Now that you're starting to feel a bit more confident, you use your telekinesis to pick up a third object. Then, a fourth. The more the weight increases, the more your body can feel the burden being placed upon it, and having to pay attention to several objects at a time admittedly makes your head spin a bit.

Before you realize it, you've bitten off more than you can chew.

"Ugh!"

Your Quirk gets cancelled, and all the objects simultaneously drop to the ground. You start wobbling unsteadily, feeling a bit lightheaded. It looks like you pushed yourself a bit too much. You should have stopped while you were ahead.

Feeling especially weak, you stumble over your own feet as you try to get to your bed, and in the process of doing so, you bump against the bookshelf in the back of the room. Hard.

And then, it's as if everything is happening in slow motion.

You can see the bookshelf crashing down on top of you.

Oh, shit.

That's the last thought you have before you let out a scream and instinctively put your arms up to try and catch the bookshelf as it falls. Except, funnily enough, you never feel the bookshelf collide against you. In fact, you don't feel even the slightest discomfort, just a familiar warmth.

Ever so slowly, you open your eyes.

It only takes a second for them to widen.

"Is this... my Quirk?" you blink.

Sure enough, the star fragments, which are usually condensed in the palm of your hand, have spread out enough to cover your whole body, and appear to have formed some sort of barrier. The bookshelf never fully hit the ground. It's lying half fallen over, slanted against the top of the barrier, which prevents it from coming into contact with your body.

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