𝙨𝙤𝙞𝙡𝙚𝙙 -𝘪𝘻𝘶𝘬𝘶 𝘮𝘪𝘥𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘺𝘢

𝖋𝖔𝖚𝖗

"Because my body can't keep up with my quirk. I have to use some support items until I can master it completely."

He sure does talk a lot. I'm getting tired.

"But. I can feel myself getting better at it. It just takes practice." He put his scarred hand out in front of him and clenched it.

"Woah. I've been talking for some time, right? I'm so sorry!" He scratched the back of his neck again nervously.

"I actually want to hear more about your quirk. I've never heard of one like that. It's like Yaoyorozu's! You're like a luck machine!"

His eyes were gleaming with excitement. All of a sudden, he pulled out a tiny notebook from his back pocket.

"What's that?" I questioned. He acted like I had caught him in secret. "Oh! Ah. It's just a journal I keep of everyone's quirks! It has all their details about them. Like how long it can last, the specifics about each of their quirks."

Journal of everyone's quirk? Well, well, Midoriya. If you weren't so fixated on being the number 1 hero, I'd try and get you to join the League. We could have used a boy like you with brute strength.

"You have all that information in this notebook?"

He nodded his head. "Now I can add your name in here! Your quirk is just super cool!"

"I don't know. I kinda don't want my entire existence in your notebook." I saw his eyes lower as I disappointed him.

Seeing how disappointed he got made me regret my choice. My heart strained a tiny bit, and I gave in to him.

"I can tell you some things!" His light was getting bigger. I kept getting drawn to it.

"Each option is different. It can enhance a certain aspect of me. Like my concentration, speed, power. Oh, and this question mark." I pointed to it by lifting the sleeve on my shirt.

His hands never stopped writing. He was even drawing a little picture of the dial.

"The question mark lets me manifest a weapon of choice. Like Yaoyorozu, it uses the things in my body to manifest them, and it comes out of the dial."

Midoriya ran his fingers along the dial. "Cool." He mumbled.

"Ah yeah. I can only spin 3 times a day. After each spin, the enhancement only lasts for about 1 hour."

His hands went back to writing, and he looked up to me with his ears perked like a little puppy. "That's a really cool quirk! I have so many questions, but I can't even form them!" He closed his notebook and placed it aside.

"I kinda envy your quirk. You're a jack of all trades. You'll be an amazing hero."

Hero? I'm really the opposite.

"Are you okay? Your eyes got kinda dark when I said that." He leaned a bit forward to get a better look at my eyes.

"Don't speak so highly of me! It makes me embarrassed!" I pushed those thoughts away. It's too early to give in.

His eyes were darting back and forth between my eyes. They're sparkling again. How can his eyes contain so much life?

Don't his arms hurt? Don't those scars make him think of bad times? How can he keep shining when clearly he's been hurt.

"Midoriya." I breathed out. "Do your scars hurt?" I pointed to them, and he looked down. "Only at the time. They're like motivation for me." He smiled again but down at his arm. He ran his hand up and down it.