Heed His Warning
Back at home, Makoto laid sprawled across his bed, staring at the ceiling. He and his sister mentioned nothing to their parents of what had happened earlier.
He felt a slight bit of guilt at keeping so much from his parents. He reminds himself to not make it a habit.
But with how bizarre his situation is, he doubts that would be his last kept secret.
He let out a long sigh.
He kept thinking over what Komaru said earlier on their walk home. More specifically, about his "quirk".
She mentioned him using his quirk for others and giving "luck". But isn't that the lie he had made up about his quirk yesterday?
How would she know about that lie? And why does she say he had used it before?
He's never had a quirk in his life.
And then, he remembered something.
Something very important.
...
"I should also mention that you were given rights to something called 'Alteration'."
"And what's Alteration?"
"There's not enough time to explain it in full detail. But to put it simply, it's the ability to make minor changes in your current dimension."
...
Makoto recalls the conversation from his dream, as well as the moment he claimed what his quirk was during class.
...
"My quirk...is luck." He said again.
Out of the corner of his eye, a small flash of purple energy forms at the tip of his hand, then disappears just as quickly as it had appeared.
No one seemed to notice, so maybe it had been his imagination.
...
So that's what the strange purple energy was. He has the power of 'Alteration'.
Does that mean he really did give himself a quirk? And on top of that, the ability to alter...reality itself.
Not only that but whatever it was, it had affected the past and present of the reality around him...
He breathed heavily, shocked at the revelation of his power as he continues to think.
But then, could he possibly... use this power to give Komaru a quirk?
It might work, after all. He gave himself a quirk. Albeit a lame one.
What's stopping him from giving one to his sister?
She seems to have suffered from it, being quirkless.
It hurts to see her like that.
He may not know completely what her past and memories are in this world. What her memories are of him.
But maybe... he could really, make a change.
He needs to use the power of Alteration again, just as he did yesterday.
Maybe it will work if he willed it to?
He starts chanting in his head what he wished to do.
A few seconds passed, and nothing seemed to have happened.
Maybe it didn't work?
Then suddenly, he feels a strange warm feeling start to grow from his hand. He immediately sat up and looked down to see the same purple and white glow from yesterday.
His mouth went agape at the power he held in his hands. The glow bathed his entire room in a warm, bright, purple and white light.
The energy coalesces, and forms. He immediately wills it to his whim.
And as quickly as it started to grow, it stops. The energy suddenly ceased motion, leaving Makoto confused.
Why did it stop? Did it not work?
Then very quickly, the energy increases.
Makoto strained as it felt as if an entire bowling ball had been dropped unto his hands.
Why is it getting so heavy? he thought.
Then all at once, the warmth grows to an unbearable heat.
Something's wrong! Something's definitely wrong!
And then it dawned on him.
...
"But you have to know that overuse of Alteration will result on heavy damage to your body or even worse, death."
...
He was about to give himself a hard facepalm, before quickly realizing his hands were occupied.
How could he have forgotten the warning of all things?
God, he's so so stupid.
The power he held was buzzing, he could hear it crackle and pop, like a loose wiring.
He strained at the weight on his hands.
The strands of energy were bursting, he can't hold them together for much longer, his hands felt like they were literally burning in fire.
He tried to will it all to disappear, but it wasn't easy.
It's taking all of his focus to stabilize it and he'd almost forgotten to breathe.
As he concentrated, the energy started to decrease.
The glow is fading, it's working!
Seconds passed of nonstop focus and energy, while also having to remind himself to inhale and exhale every few seconds.
And finally, finally, the strands of energy started to dissipate, leaving only small embers of the once raging hellfire.
And then, it was gone. Not a single trace.
Like nothing had ever happened.
He breathed heavily, his entire body ached, and he could feel the start of a migraine forming in his head. He felt like he had just ran a literal marathon.
He sat there for a few seconds, processing.
He went to step off his bed, but he felt weak.
Against his will, his knees buckled from under him and he stumbled over himself, landing painfully on his knees.
THUD
He hunched over, he felt nauseous. His vision was starting to double.
COUGH
COUGH
He coughed, involuntarily. And blood spattered unto his bedroom floor. His eyes widened in horror.
"Makoto? Are you alright in there?" He heard his mom call out from outside his door. He panicked and rushed to lock it.
"I'm fine! I'm fine!"
"Are you sure?"
"Yeah! I just tripped!" He yelled back, hoping he sounded convincing.
"...Oh alright. Just making sure!" His mom responded, before he heard her footsteps grow softer and softer.
He let out a sigh of relief, as he brushed his fingers through his hair, sweat dripping down his forehead.
He felt a warm liquid drip from his mouth. He wiped it with his hand and unsurprisingly, it was blood.
He looked down at the blood on the floor. He's going to have to clean that up.
It wasn't too much blood, but it was still unnerving.
His back slid against the door as he slowly sat on the floor dejectedly.
He looked to the ceiling once more, and shut his eyes.
He could really use a nap right about now.
Written: 8/30/2021
Edited: 9/03/2021
Published: 9/04/2021
Hey, just a heads up.
Chapters may be published a little slower than usual. That's because some work is coming up, and I might not have as much time as I used to.
Don't worry though. I still have some ideas to put together.
Anyways, till next time. Bye!
