Summary: So when I slapped my dad's hand and he suddenly plopped down and starts groaning. Mum just blinked, laughed, and congratulate me. What a messed up, messed up world. OC!Insert. Short Slices
A/N: I don't write, I just word vomited this as I type. So it's weird. You've been warned. But thanks for giving this story a chance.
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1. Quirk
What a weird way to describe a super power you are born with.
When I heard it for the first time I thought it was something like twitching or biting nails or twiddling your fingers... not some ability to turn into giant-not this superman-esque stuff.
It's confusing. Why not call it plain ole super power? Or called it ability or gift?
Who the hell started it anyway?
...I think I'm going to call it super power from now on. Sounds cooler and more majestic than quirk. Like super powered neighbor sounds better than quirky neighbor right?
Calling it a quirk makes it sounds negative. Like quirk is something bad, something that's not normal... something to be feared. It used to be, according to the history book and the teacher. Quirk as something to be feared that is.
(It still is though.)
My memory as a quirkless-normal-girl said the same too. For her super power is something she only saw in manga and movie, it is fiction, ergo not real. Magic is pallor tricks and sky is blue. Super power is non-existent outside of dream.
It's this fact that I used to know as then me-the quirkless girl-that makes it harder for the now me to adapt with the super power stuff. Because even though the now me was born with super power from super powered parents in a world where more than eighty percent of the population has super power, I also have a life time believing it as fiction. Thus I freaked up over every little show of super power because of this. It sucks, a lot, and drives my parent and me up the wall. I was a horrible baby.
… I take it back, super power is way too long. Quirk will do.
I digress.
Not like the old days when it's such a rarity to have it, quirk is considered normal in this time and age. It's so normal that it's supposedly weirder if you don't have any.
"Weird," said then me.
"Nope, it's normal," said now me.
So when I slapped my dad's hand when he tries to take away my favorite plushie, and he suddenly plopped down and starts groaning. Mum just blinked, laughed, and congratulate me. All the while ignoring the husband that has been accidentally poisoned by his own kid. Because her kid's just manifested her quirk, and it's a fine one too! So congratulate first and damage control later right?
What a messed up, messed up, world.
Turns up when the mum has acid skin and dad has water bender the kid can produce substance as harmless as mild-laxative to deadly poison that can literally kill with just a touch.
Where's even the math?