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Danny always hated when he had to clean his parents' laboratory. Definitely because he was aware that he should be the last person to clean their experiments.
Not because he is not wearing any hazmat suit like they do – he has one but his mom said he doesn't need it. He wears it anyway, partly because Jazz asks him to.
Not because he is still a minor.
It is because he is allergic to ectoplasm, which just happens to be everywhere.
His parents don't react to it, but so does Jazz. They wear protective gear, she, too, to some extend. Only he has reactions.
From a rash, to difficulty to breathe, tearing eyes.
Eyes.
Even an idiot realizes Ectoplasm makes him sick. Even an idiot realizes Danny is loosing his eye sight.
However his parents did not notice that. They just chalk his complains off as teen rebellion, laziness and overreaction.
He only has glasses because of his teachers and Jazz.
Now he knows why only he is bothered by the Ectoplasm.
Turns out, vampires are real and he is one. Well, Danny is a Dhampire, half vampire. He discovered this after apprenticing under a daemon hunter who sometimes faces Vampires. Solomon realized with ease Danny is a vampire, meeting another Dhampire just confirmed it.
Vampires are allergic to Ectoplasm, and Garlic, a trade off for the powers.
Danny could live without the agility, super strength and the ability to shift into a pigeon, if it means he isn't suffering just living in his home.
The Ectoplasm is everywhere.