Color Blind | BNHA

Chapter 3

The sound of a door shut awoke me from my sleep. The events during the UA evacuation scram were so vivid, I was certain it wasn't a dream. I sprang myself upright on the soft, springy cushion beneath me. Dazed and confused, I tried to retrace how I got here. No recollection sparked in my head. A tiny shadow appeared behind the white curtains surrounding my bed. It grew in size as it walked closer to me, eventually recognizing a human form. Yet still, the figure was no taller than four feet.

"Hey sweetie, how are you doing?" A hand pulled open the curtains. It's recovery girl. I must be in the nurse's office.

"I have quite a headache." Standing on her toes, she puckered her lips and slopped it onto my forehead. My head throbbed a little less.

"It's alright, you'll be fine now, but you'll feel a little sleepy while your body and mind recover... and you make sure to be careful when using your quirk next time." Recovery girl hopped onto her swivel chair, cheerily humming, ready to continue doing work on her computer.

"I- I didn't use my quirk," I muttered. A pair of squinted eyes turned back to look at me. She tilted her head in confusion. "As far as I know, this quirk of mine is pretty useless."

"Y/N, no quirk is useless. It is a matter of understanding and finding its purpose. You're simply what we would call a late bloomer." The short woman chuckled. "And there's absolutely nothing wrong with that my dear."

"Trust me, I've tried everything. I've been tested by doctors after doctors. Even some specialists passed up the chance to help me."

"Well trust me, they were wrong to give up on you." Recovery girl swung in her chair to face my direction. "If it makes you feel any better, you're not alone in this Y/N. I've dealt with people who've had undeveloped quirks. So, why don't you tell me about yours."

"When I turned 7, I lost the ability to see colour. There were slight moments when flashes of colour did appear at certain times of my life. But, I don't control that- I can't seem to. They just sort of happen. But earlier today during lunch was the most shocking. I saw colours for more than the usual few seconds. The weirdest thing was, I didn't feel too good about it. I- I mean, I should have felt ecstatic, right? Instead, it almost felt like I was having a panic attack."

"Through my research with past patients, it appears that the key to understanding their quirks is by unlocking their childhood and unveiling their past experiences. In the times you saw those flashes of colour, any chance you still remember details of when they occurred? "

"Actually, I tracked them - for a while at least. When I found out about my quirk, one of my doctors recommended I keep a journal, especially writing about interesting things that could occur as my quirk supposedly develops. I used to write daily entries but eventually stopped. Writing became quite a chore. I thought it was a stupid waste of time since my monochromatic view had no improvements. Nothing changed, so why bother?"

"One of the biggest reasons why someone doesn't understand their quirk is because they haven't fully observed the full effects of their quirk whenever it is activated." Recovery girl continues to explain. "Using one's quirk can be overwhelming, especially ones that are extremely powerful. So, it is often better observed by someone on the outside since they're not the ones under its spell. Many of my previous patients had trouble controlling their quirks. To some, their quirks were difficult to find a use for. With some tests and training done, they were all able to finally feel content with their quirks. If you'd let me, I can do the same for you."

"And if I do go through this, I would be able to get my coloured vision back?"

"Unfortunately, I can't promise you that. But I'm sure there is a reason as to why you are this way. Rest assured, I will help you figure this out together."