PTSD: "Posttraumatic stress disorder (PTSD) is a psychiatric disorder that may occur in people who have experienced or witnessed a traumatic event. People with PTSD may relive the event through flashbacks or nightmares; they may feel sadness, fear, or anger; and they may feel detached or estranged from other people."

When I was younger, I was a fairly happy child. I had a wonderful family and friends. The most I ever had to deal with was strangers at the store assuming I was adopted when I was out with my mom. My sister Shun dealt with the same occasional problem reversed when with our dad. It was all laughs, and we shrugged it off.

I usually got along with everyone at school, but there was a time that wasn't true. Kids start getting their quirks at age four. My sister got her quirk when she was four. So when I turned five, still not showing signs of a quirk, I started to worry.

At six, it got worse. If kids picked on you, the adults didn't know about it, or they didn't care. The bullying brought me to one of my worst memories, an event that changed me. I was walking home with my sister when something distracted me.

"Half n' half b $+ rd!" I had never heard anything like it before. So I turned and looked down the alley. Two older kids were looking down at someone on the ground. I immediately recognized the two older kids as kids who would frequently tease me.

The kid on the floor was in bad shape with a bloody nose. He seemed a little older than me, but the first thing I noticed was his half white, half red hair. I could feel my sister's hand placed on my shoulder and noticed that I was shaking with anger.

"Hey stop!" I yelled. They both turned and looked at me, laughing. "What was that? Sounds like a waste of space." The two boys started snickering at their bad joke. I walked forward, against Shun's pleas, and placed myself in between the bullies and the boy on the ground.

"I won't let this go any further." While the older two were occupied by my brash decision, the boy behind me got up and ran. I couldn't blame him. The taller boy yelled, "Oh, I'm mad now. You let him getaway!"

Before I understood what was happening, my sister screamed and a rush of pain spread across my body. I found myself on the ground clutching my stomach. My long hair was in my face blocking me from seeing anything. My knees pressed into the ground painfully and I struggled to take a breath.

I would have been fine but at that moment my mind was flooded with dream-like memories. I couldn't pay attention to anything. I wasn't there, I was in the hallway of a school. Terror drowned everything, permeating my body.

Hands that I couldn't recognize were shaking, someone shouted and my attention was drawn to what was in front of me. The sight of the familiar figures brought me to my knees, my ears were ringing, I was in pain. Trembling and sobbing, I was back.

I couldn't tell how much time passed. But when my eyes focused I was looking at the ground. I could feel someone embracing me, someone was whispering in my ear, "It's okay Mari, they're gone. Shh, It's okay."

My senses were beginning to return, I could recognize that it was my sister comforting me. My voice cracked as I tried to stop crying and speak, "I-I'm s-sorry." I broke down again.

That day was hard. My memories hadn't returned, but the emotions that came with them had. It would take me a while to figure out exactly what happened that day. I had a panic attack, the kind associated with PTSD. I didn't have PTSD in my past life, and there wasn't any reason in my current life why I should have it. So it took me a while to understand or even explain what had happened.

Shun thought it was an anxiety attack, and so that's what I believed for awhile. I begged Shun to not tell our parents, and she reluctantly agreed. When I went to bed later that day I had a nightmare, it wasn't me, but it was. I was looking at my family wanting to be with them. But I couldn't, something was holding me back like I was forgetting something.

The nightmare shifted and I was laying in the snow. I was in more pain than I had ever experienced. All I could hear was screaming. The next few days felt like something was missing, and more memories returned in the form of nightmares.

A month later I was in school when the best thing happened. I got my quirk! I was trying to pay attention to the teacher when she suddenly stopped talking. Her eyes looked like they were broken screens filled with static. She looked around emotionless at the snickering students and then sat down at her desk.

At the same time, I stood up, a few kids noticed me and started backing away. I didn't understand why until I looked down at myself. Have you ever played a game where the character glitched? That's what I looked like. One moment I would be solid and opaque, the next I was translucent and untouchable.

As quickly as it started it was over, leaving me and everyone else confused as to what had happened. Exhausted I collapsed into my chair almost passing out. What happened next? Let's talk to Fukidashi first.

("What's that? Oh, her quirk. *Ahem* The very handsome narrator was back and ready to talk about nerd stuff. In an attempt at a Present Mic impersonation, Fukidashi continued on.

Quirk: [Glitch] Kobayashi Mari can cause her opponents' thoughts and emotions to be replaced with static forcing them to act on pure instinct. While activated the cost of using her quirk glitches her in between different states of existence. Glitching in and out of this plane and beyond. In this state, she phases between corporeal and non-corporeal at random. At this point, she can walk up to the antagonist and punch them in the face. But she has to time it with her corporeal state.

The narrator took a deep breath and returned to his normal voice. That was a lot of info to take in, let's take an intermission. Have I ever told you about the time that I pranked one of the class 1A students? Yeah, I pranked the sparky sparky boom guy Bakugo.

So I walk up to him right? While he was heading to the dorms, I went up to him and said, 'Greetings, I am the new campus robot here to test the emotional stability of the students.' And I swear, I straight up convinced this guy that I was a robot.

He was like, 'What the hell? I don't need some damn robot telling me about emotions!' He thought I was serious. So he tries to walk past me and I go after him.

I say, 'My program has detected an error. Alert! Alert!' He turns around to kill me and I bust out laughing. I'm like, 'You thought I was a robot?' And he goes beet red, I'm telling you the color of a tomato is on this guys face.

*Sigh* So anyway that was the story of the closest I've ever been to being murdered. Now back to our regularly scheduled program.

If you didn't understand all that science talk, let me try to make it simple. Whoever Mari uses her quirk on can only fight by instinct. As a side-effect, she becomes almost like a ghost at random. Now, let's see what happens next.)