The Iron Lily [Boku no hero Academia Next Gen]

Quirkless?

I stood there.
I was only a child, what did I know?
Of course my mother loved me, the way all mothers love their children. Right?

I remember every moment of that day as if it were yesterday. From the moment we stepped into the doctor's office, to my mother getting angry. From the doctor smiling, to her giving me candy and asking if I'd like to go outside for a bit. I remember everything. I remember not going far, my mother was already angry and I had to be a good girl for her. I remember it all. The way my back slid down the wall I was leaning against, covering my ears from the screams of my mother that seemed to last just two seconds too long, and the sharp replies of the doctor who just couldn't drown out the anger reverberating around the room. I remember the words. I remember this word more than anything.

"Quirkless."

The idea rolled around in my head, but I remember not understanding. Surely everyone has quirks? There's no reason I would be left out, surely that wouldn't be fair? It was true that all the other girls were already showing off fancy abilities, flaunting their adorable egos as they levitated, manipulated elements...

I remember murmuring the kind words of my school teacher, when she reassured me that I would develop mine in due time, the situation to trigger it just hasn't happened yet. Yeah. I wasn't quirkless. My abilities just haven't shown themselves yet. I had to believe it. My mother believed that, right? She believed in me... right?

I had just calmed down when my mother came bursting through the door. She grabbed my wrist, twisting it so hard I could have sworn she had sprained it, barked a last insult behind her and yanked me out of the building. I wailed after her the entire time. 
I'm surprised she didn't tell me to shut up.