𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓 | 𝙱𝙽𝙷𝙰

5

Once we entered, Aizawa gestured for me to take a seat. I complied, still feeling the remnants of their scrutiny hanging in the air. "We need to assess your Quirk in a controlled environment," he said, his gaze steady as he prepared a few instruments. "It's important we understand how it works and where your limits lie."

I glanced around the room, noticing the faint hum of machinery and the soft glow of screens on one side, the other side was just open terrain. "What exactly are you looking for?" I asked, my voice shaky, the irritation from earlier mixing with a newfound apprehension.

Aizawa paused, his expression softening slightly. "We need to determine how well you can control your abilities and how they manifest under stress. This isn't just about what you can do; it's about ensuring you can manage it safely. You've already shown great potential, but we need to know if you can harness that power without losing control."
I nodded slowly, swallowing hard. I knew my abilities were formidable, but the idea of having them scrutinized, and dissected, was unnerving. What if they deemed me a threat? What if I couldn't control my Quirk, and they decided I didn't belong here?

Before I could spiral into those thoughts, Aizawa began to set up equipment, explaining each component and what it measured. "This device will monitor your energy levels," he said, pointing to a small screen. "And these sensors will track any fluctuations in your Quirk as you demonstrate your abilities."

As he spoke, I felt a flicker of determination. Perhaps this was my chance to prove that I could rise above the doubts that plagued me, both from others and within myself. "Alright," I said, my voice steadier than before. "Let's do this."

Aizawa nodded, a hint of approval crossing his face as he moved to the controls. The room shifted from silence to a charged anticipation, the hum of the machines echoing my racing heartbeat. I took a deep breath, reminding myself that this was just the beginning. Whatever lay ahead, I was ready to face it head-on.

He then unlocked my cuffs, allowing them to clatter to the ground. "Before you do anything else, I need you to explain your Quirk," Aizawa said, his tone firm yet attentive.
I took a deep breath, feeling the weight of his gaze on me.

"My Quirk is called Hellsgate. It allows me to summon various things using my blood, like Hellhounds and infernal chains. Each Hellhound is unique, with its own traits and abilities, and they can be incredibly loyal in battle, acting on my command. My chains are pretty versatile; I can use them to bind opponents or even create barriers. But if I push myself to my limits, I can summon Cerberus, the three-headed guardian of the underworld. However, that takes a tremendous toll on me, both physically and mentally, so I usually avoid it unless necessary."

I paused, glancing away as memories flashed through my mind—instances where I had pushed too hard, leaving me exhausted and vulnerable. "I also can create hellfire, but not like Endeavor's, I can only use it to surround my body; it acts as a protective barrier or a weapon in close combat. I can't control it much beyond that, though. I've tried, but it tends to spiral out of my control when I'm under pressure."

I took a moment to steady my breathing, aware of the gravity of what I was revealing. "There's one more aspect of my Quirk, something deeply personal, but I can't reveal it to anyone. It's a secret I need to keep close. Trust isn't something I give easily, and this is a part of me that I'm not ready to share."

I met Aizawa's eyes again, trying to convey the seriousness of my words. The air felt heavy with the unspoken implications of my power and the secrets I held. I could see the flicker of understanding in his expression, and for the first time, I felt a slight sense of relief. Perhaps in this unfamiliar place, I could find a sliver of acceptance—or at least, the chance to find out what it truly meant to harness the power within me. I quickly pushed those thoughts behind me though, remembering what Toma has taught me about heroes and how manipulative they can be.