Non-corporeal: "not corporeal, having no material body or form." -Merriam-Webster

The day that I got home from school to tell my family about my quirk should have been a happy moment in my life. I can remember being so excited. I refused to tell Shun what happened when she picked me up to walk home, insisting that it was a secret.

We both rushed home to our home, going around the back of the shop and up the stairs. I was bursting with anticipation and I couldn't wait one more moment, but we slowed down enough to take off our shoes. My mom was in the living room doing something boring like taxes when I ran over to her and jumped on her lap.

"Guess what! Mama, guess what happened." She smiled and settled me onto her knees. She looked over at Shun who shrugged her shoulders, still in the dark. "I got my quirk today!" I squealed. My mom gasped and hugged me tightly. "I'm so happy, I knew you would get your quirk."

I got up and hugged Shun who was almost as astatic as me. "See, there was no need to worry. You were just a late bloomer." I nodded and turned back to my mom. "When can we tell papa?" She looked over towards the door, "When he gets done with work I suppose."

It seemed like forever until he got back. Thankfully I had school work to occupy my attention. When he came through the door he took off his shoes and walked into the main room. You could see on his face as he looked around, he could feel the excitement.

I ran over to him and held out my arms for a hug. He scooped me up in a hug and before he could ask I blurted, "Papa guess what happened today?" He was about to ask what happened but I had waited long enough. "I got my quirk!" He smiled brightly, "Really? I knew you'd get your quirk soon." He set me down and went to sit near Shun.

"What is your quirk?" I was a bit caught off guard by the question, mom and Shun had forgotten to ask after all. "Oh, um...I don't know." Dad laughed, "Well what happened?" I looked for reassurance from my mom, but she looked just as curious.

"Well, it was kinda scary." Shun nodded for me to continue. As I told the story, the room's atmosphere grew into an intense, uncomfortable silence. When I finished my mom and dad did a quick glance between each other.

I had begun to worry until my dad spoke up, "Mari, why don't you go with Shun to get a treat from the shop to celebrate? How's that sound." His smile had returned and my worry disappeared. I left a few minutes later with Shun, both of us unaware of anything wrong.

We both picked out a pastry and sat inside the shop talking. "Do you think everything's okay?" I asked Shun. "I think so, it will probably turn out to be nothing." I was confused. "What do you mean?" She looked at me trying not to look scared. "You didn't get mama or papa's quirk. And it doesn't seem like a combination. It doesn't usually work that way."

I didn't feel like celebrating anymore. "Does that mean something is wrong with me?" Shun was failing to keep us both calm. "I guess it just means you're unique." Enough time had passed that we decided to head up to the house.

But when we stepped inside, we knew our worries were valid. "There haven't been any studies on this!" "We can just take her to a quirk specialist!" "What are we supposed to tell her? That there's something wrong with her?!" Shun and I had stayed silent by the door, they hadn't heard us come in.

Shun looked over at me with tears in her eyes. I wasn't doing too much better. Completely overwhelmed, I ran to the bathroom and locked myself in. My parents stopped their arguments as soon as they noticed, but it was too late. Their argument had not only scared me, but it had triggered one of my old memories.

As soon as I closed and lock the door I collapsed, shaking with sobs. I wasn't in the little house above the shop anymore. 'She can't do anything for herself! She doesn't even have a quirk! And you expect me to give up my life to stay home and take care of her?' Voices rang through my ears.

'Stop arguing, please. I-I'll get my quirk, I'll learn how to take care of myself. Just please stop yelling. Mother, father, please. You're scaring baby-' Cut off, 'Respect your elders, girl! This isn't a conversation for you!' I couldn't feel anything other than anger and desperation.

Minutes passed and I heard a far off knocking. "Go away, leave me alone!" I was so desperate for someone to understand, for someone to take away these painful memories. I ended up passing out after sobbing for an hour. My mom and dad put me to bed sometime in between.

As I slept I had another nightmare. I could remember not having a quirk. Being someone else. I could remember dying. In the morning, I realized that I had come back from death, but I knew that no one would believe me. So I kept it to myself.

("The narrator apologizes for his absence. He believes that he has nothing to add to something so personal and important.")