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Being quirkless in a society where everyone basically judged you based on it was practically
a death wish and a sentence of loneliness if you were lucky. Either that or just straight up bullying and abuse, over something you couldn’t control.
Kiki Tamashi knew that better than anyone else. For she had to live this life. Kiki Tamashi was a 12 year old girl in middle school, she lived with her two foster parents in a good upper class neighborhood. She liked to read and crochet.
Kiki was the “luckier” person who just had to deal with just sitting alone at lunch and not having
any friends, cause all people could really talk about were quirks. It’d always been like this since kindergarten. Every new quirk awakening was an exciting experience. Kiki waited for hers, and waited. And waited. It wasn’t until her caregivers took her to a doctor and figured out why Kiki was late.
She wasn’t a late bloomer, she simply couldn’t bloom at all.
Being in a household where her foster family were decently powerful quirk users who worked with the best of the best in hero society was jarring. Kiki didn’t exactly mind, she was rather happy with herself and who she was. Or tried to be. Difficult to do in a place where her mere existence was an anomaly or at worse, deemed useless.
Sure she wasn’t in the best situation but hey, it did beat being a villain or in a crappy situation
in the middle of nowhere. But what Kiki didn’t know was that her life was going to change, not in the best way. Kiki got ready for another boring day of school, listening to people talk about how superior they were just because they had a flashy quirk was draining.
She felt bad, if she had something like that she would be proud too. Maybe she’d make a friend or perhaps someone would actually talk to her about things she found interesting. And not some silly hero follies and how All Might defeated a villain for the thirteenth time.
Like her favorite characters or her dreams, probably not. “Your lunch is on the counter, don’t be late.” Her foster mother said blankly, busying herself with the dishes, Kiki nodded.
“Thank you ma’am!” Mrs. Suki didn’t pay mind, merely waving the young girl off. Not the warmest mother figure but Kiki would take it. Kiki walked to school, watching the many high tech screens display pro hero sponsored products and their heroic efforts.
School rolled around and it was just another reminder about how useless her place in society
was, teachers constantly saying they needed somebody with a powerful quirk to help fetch
supplies or something.
Kiki tried to make up for her lack of a quirk with her grades with mediocre results. Break time was lonesome with only Kiki’s books or doodles to comfort her loneliness.
While everyone flocked to the teacher hoping to help, Kiki pathetically stayed behind. It felt wrong to not contribute, especially since she was taught to put in twice the effort. ‘If we have to take care of you, young lady, you must make an effort.’ Mr. Suki had said to her after she moved in.
There wasn’t a whole lot to do after school for Kiki. Her foster family liked to send her off on errands or give her money so she would stay away. Usually whenever their son was visiting or they had company over. Kiki didn’t mind, she enjoyed her alone time.
Sometimes she’d get a ball of yarn or an ice cream from a convenience store. Pet the dogs on the streets or hang out in a park. Kiki once again found herself in her usual hang out spot, a local shopping mall.
She sat down on a bench, unknowingly seating herself beside a man. The man was dressed in a black hoodie and was scratching his neck periodically. Kiki didn’t notice him until he said something.
“Damn heroes and their egos…” Now wasn’t this a peculiar thing?