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CHAPTER 6: BEST FOR YOU
incorrigible
adj. ━ not corrigible; bad beyond correction or reform
Newspaper Issue #264.
2 UNCONSCIOUS MEN FOUND MERGED WITH AN ALLEY.
When officers arrived at the scene, they find their surroundings strangely distorted, as if someone reformed the area like it was soft dough. The ground was uneven, with most of its matter rearranged to focus on pinning the two men to the walls. The new form it took resembled that of a pair of hands...
Chiyo sighs in relief. "You're lucky we were able to cover you up."
On the other hand, you sigh in disappointment. "Aw, did they really? That should have been my Quirk's debut!"
She massages her temples. "Instead of celebrating, you should hurry onto rehabilitation. You're extremely behind on your studies."
"Tch! Schoolwork is easy! I'm going to breeze right through everything!" You say confidently.
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And that you did.
For another year, you easily covered your second and third junior high years simultaneously, while also committing to rehabilitation. You were unstoppable, and somehow a different person from before the incident. Chiyo noticed this, but unfortunately couldn't see it as a negative. She thought that these emotional and mental changes was something you wanted for yourself, so there wasn't anything wrong with it.
On the other hand of your studies and recuperation, your abilities are worth noting. With your academic prowess, you were what the world would call a "prodigy". But alas, due to the limitations of your recovery, only those who visit you and the hospital knew that.
This made Chiyo wonder what motivations you had, and especially your goals for the future.
She watches you hungrily nibble the riceballs, with a curious look in her eyes. Your left leg was no longer bandaged and hanging from the bed, which was the result of all your hard work.
"[f/n], where do you plan to go for high school?"
You pause to think. "Any regular school is fine."
"How about U. A.?"
. . .
Your lips purse and you look to the side in distaste. "I'm sure I made things clear when we first met..."
That past conversation echoes through her mind.
"You're... You're a Hero, aren't you?!"
"Yes. Yes I am."
"Then get out of my sight."
That's right, she hates heroes.
Yet the grudge you held wasn't clear to her. You would always insist on changing the topic whenever it is brought up.
It's a surprise that after all these changes to your character, you still kept the same view about heroes. It was perhaps the only incorrigible thing about you. But Chiyo believed that having that kind of mentality as you matured wasn't healthy. She feared that your upbringing could turn you into a villain, or something else that goes against this world of heroics.
And it was then, that Recovery Girl decided...
"That settles it then. You're going to U.A."
You spit out your water. "What..? No! You can't make me into a Hero!"
"Well, I'm your guardian so I get to choose." I'm very sorry for this [f/n]. It's for your own good.
You growl angrily. "This is my life, not yours."
She nods. "Yes, it's your life, but in life there are things you have to accept."
You look down at your empty tray, holding in your emotions, and fists clenched.
"Then... I'll do it willingly if you... accept my conditions," you say, with a bit of sadness in your tone.
"Okay. Let me hear them."
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Then began even more studies and, now that it was safe to freely move your body, you went through intense quirk training. Since your quirk manifested late, you somewhat needed to train a lot more than other people.
Your quirk was really strange and hard to understand, it made you a bit afraid to experiment. On a paper you wrote what you learned so far, and what you learned from that incident.
Quirk Name: ???
1. Create a CONNECTION with an object by using physical touch
2. Manipulate the matter: change its shape or change its temperature
3. Share damage with your body
There was many questions that could be made and that frustrated you. Yet you were determined to master this quirk no matter what.
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"I recommend not pursuing a collection of injuries," your doctor says, as she wrapped your knuckles in bandages.
You hiss slightly at the pain.
"You should be aware that due to your childhood, the malnourishment has made your body fragile. You were lucky enough to awaken from your coma so please don't do anything too rash." She then dismisses you.
The door closes, and you start walking back to your room. Your shoes click lightly as you walk down the plain white halls, a few nurses greet you and you return them. The smell of disinfectant and flowers pass, and soon the hallways became silent.
You softly run your fingers over your bandaged knuckles, feeling how sensitive they were. A grunt leaves your mouth, this confirms the doctor's words.
It was your fault after all. You knew how weak you were, being aware of it since you were a street kid. But you always took risks if it means a chance for the better, and so far you're still alive. In this case, you were experimenting with your quirk. From the knuckle injury, you concluded that when your energy runs out, the damages an object takes that you're connected to would hurt you greatly.
When you became exhausted, you created a fist out of the ground and smashed it on a wall. This caused the fist-of-ground to crack slightly at the knuckles and fingers, which shatters some bones and hurt some muscles. But from this experiment, you learned that you should disconnect with the object immediately when it's about to get damaged.
You finally reach your room and open the door— to find a very voluptuous raven-haired woman in a suggestive outfit. She licks her lips and lightly smacks her bundled up whip onto her palm, the pop echoes throughout the room.
"Hello darling," she says seductively.
CHAPTER 6 END