Your quirk allows you to feel others emotions through physical contact and make others feel whatever emotion you project on them. Your journey leads you to class 1-A, where you are suddenly face to face with one of the most emotionally reactive stud...
It's like having a blanket thrown over you on the hottest day of summer. Suffocating and consuming. You struggle to think, breathe. Clawing and fighting and struggling to get out. You feel your heart pounding in your ears, feel the sweat start to creep across your neck.
I can make you feel that. I can also make you feel joy, calm, embarrassment, rage, grief, sadness, anxiety. My quirk allows me to make others feel whatever emotion I choose. My quirk also allows me to feel others emotions when I make physical contact with them.
When I was young it took a while for me to even realize what was going on. My parents thought I was just overly emotional when really I was taking on everyone else's emotions and becoming completely overwhelmed. At first I thought that this was the extent of my quirk, being able to read others emotions by making contact with them. I started to wear gloves to school because I wanted to avoid having to deal with the emotional whiplash of feeling others emotions when our skin touched. This caused my peers to start making fun of me and I went through a pretty significant period of time where I was bullied.
I learned the extent of my quirk during one of those instances of being bullied. One of my classmates had pushed me to the ground in the girl's locker room. "What am I feeling, y/n? Why don't you tell me with your pathetic quirk." She and her girl posse snickered as I struggled to get up.
"Leave me alone," I whispered.
"What's that?" She grabbed my arm and leaned in closer as though she couldn't hear what I'd said. I winced at the contact of her slender fingers wrapped around my bicep. Her spite rippled through me.
I hadn't done anything to deserve this. I want you to feel this hurt. I thought as I locked eyes with her. I had never wanted anything more.
Her eyes widened for a moment and she let go of my arm, stumbling backwards. Tears filled her eyes. "What the..?" She mumbled as she swiped at her eyes. "Let's get out of here, she's not worth it," She said to her posse.
I stayed on the ground for a while afterwards, stunned. Did I do that..? No, there's no way.. I experimented with it a bit after the incident and realized that this too was a part of my quirk. Unfortunately it was more ammunition for my bullies to use against me.
"Her quirk is that she's a witch," I would hear them whisper. It didn't help that things at home were hard too. My father had a powerful quirk which allowed him to max out his muscles and regenerate quickly after a battle. He was ashamed of my powerless quirk and made it known at any opportunity he could.
"My biggest regret is not bearing a son. He wouldn't have shamed me with such a useless quirk. Making people feel emotions? Jesus. I can't even look at you," he had said to me as he turned away. I was 7 years old at the time. I looked to my mother, who gave me a sympathetic smile.
"Oh honey, don't mind him. Being a pro hero is really stressful for your father. You have to understand that," she wrapped her arms around me. "Your quirk may not be heroic but it's not useless, honey. Maybe you can be in hero support when you're older."
Her words cut me almost as deep as my father's words. I allowed her to hug me but I became filled with resentment. She was just as bad as him. At that moment I vowed to become a hero and do whatever it took to get there. I trained myself in martial arts to boost my combat ability, knowing that my quirk's power was limited. I also worked on gaining more control over my quirk so that I could expand my ability beyond the reach of one person. Working on controlling my quirk also allowed me to get to a point that I didn't have to feel others emotions upon physical contact, but rather I could use it as I wished, like turning a light switch on and off.
My path of hard work and persistent over the years lead me to the front gates of UA. I fought my way through the entrance exams although was crushed to get the news that I would be entering the general studies class. As much as it hurt, I couldn't be too upset, given that I got to be in class with my best friend.
"Don't worry, y/n," he said, smiling at me as we entered our first day of class, "We'll show them..we can't give up now, right? I mean, we've made it this far."
I sighed before nodding once, clenching my fist and holding it up confidently. "You're right. We've got this, Shinso!"
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