In a world where 80 percent of people are born with a quirk, I am still without one. Many call me quirkless, but the doctor said I most probably do have a quirk and that it just hasn’t manifested when I was a toddler due to my bone structure. The last time I went to the doctor was when I was around 3 years old. This was before my mother was murdered by villains when I was around 4 years old. I try not to think about that terrible day. I still have nightmares to this day, reliving every terrifying moment.
I was raised in an orphanage here in Musutafu, Japan. Due to my quirk not having manifested, the other children bully me. I still live here to this day, and I have hated every single day I have been here. I HATE EVERYONE. I HATE VILLAINS. I HATE QUIRKS. Why can’t I manifest my quirk? What is wrong with me? Am I really garbage like Isamu calls me? “QUIRKLESS GARBAGE”. He is ugly with hair styled like Midoriya’s, except Isamu's is dark brown. It isn’t even like he has a cool quirk or anything. In fact, it is quite nasty. He can turn his bodily fluids and waste into whatever he desires. He would often make different food, like hamburgers or pizza, and make me eat it. IT IS ALWAYS SO DISGUSTING. I can’t even fight back because his lackeys hold me down. They refuse to let me have the food they were given to them by the administrators.
Those administrators don’t care about us at all. They just like the extra money and barely give us anything to get by. When I am not throwing up from being forced to eat Isamu’s shit, I usually get my meals from the garbage if I am not too sick to eat. Bakeries give breadcrusts away for free, and I often try to get them as much as I can to minimize how much garbage I eat. I used to want to be a hero like everyone else dreams of being. When I realized that my quirk would never manifest, I gave up on my dreams to be realistic. What am I going to do to help anyone without a quirk? I can’t be delusional. EVERYONE has a quirk, and I would just be committing suicide.
I am currently 15 years old and being held down by two other orphans while Isamu is feeding me my daily shit meal. If I were a villain, I would kill this kid. He is saying as he jams a shit melon bread down my throat as I gag, “Here is the meal you deserve, Quirkless Garbage. Why don’t you do everyone a favor and just kill yourself?” Tears don't even fall from my lifeless eyes as I am forced to swallow my daily torture. I just feel numb. I think about how killing myself might not be so bad.What is life even for? I couldn't even finish school. When I was going to school, that nerd and I were both the object of ridicule. Mainly from that spiky bastard, Bakugo. I tried to be that nerd's friend, but his fanboy nature pissed me off. He is fucking quirkless, and he is obsessing over heroes? He needs to fucking grow up.
I know that spiky bastard also bullied that nerd, Midoriya, for being quirkless. However, he mainly bullied me because of my attitude towards him. He just called me quirkless as just a similar jab like he does for that nerd. I hate how he has such an amazing quirk, and it fucking pisses me off. I dropped out of middle school early when he started bullying me. It wasn’t worth the headache. It was hard to focus in class while hungry, and I couldn’t afford school lunches, so I was forced to quit. I tried living on the street instead of the orphanage briefly, but quickly learned that between the two choices, the orphanage was safer.
FLASHBACK -
I just finished eating a few free breadcrusts on a fire escape while rationing the rest and decided to sleep away my hunger. When I started drifting into sleep, a sludge villain appeared out of nowhere and attacked that spiky bastard. I immediately woke up wide awake and tried to get away. While jumping through fire, the bag for my breadsticks melted around my remaining breadsticks, ruining them. I ran to a safe distance to spectate. I couldn’t help but find myself chuckling briefly, seeing him put in his place, even with my daily meal ruined. That chuckling went away the moment I saw that nerd try to save him. Seeing that made me hate him even more. He does not have a quirk, and thought he could do something? I just want to punch him. That day was my first time seeing All Might in person, and I couldn’t help but resent him for his amazing quirk as he blasted that villain with an attack so strong it changed the weather.
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Isamu finishes feeding me shit and releases me as I vomit it immediately back up, like usual. I don’t even fight back against them anymore, because what is the point? They are stronger than me, and I am so fucking weak. He kicked me once in the stomach because he felt like it. I just take it like usual. He spits on the ground beside me, then leaves with his lackeys. I force myself to stand, staggering in the process. I take to the streets to try and get breadcrusts for food. Nobody will give me anything, no matter how much I beg. They don’t care. NOBODY DOES. It is as if I have always been invisible. I have even made eye contact with heroes before, as I was dumpster diving for food, and they did nothing. Heroes are garbage. I particularly hate Endeavor. Not only because he is in the top 10 heroes, but mainly because of how he looked at me like I was garbage. I wanted to punch him so bad, but I was terrified of his intimidating presence.
Someone else got the free breadcrusts from the bakery I like to visit. FUCK.I hate days like today. I resort to my backup and resort to dumpster diving. I find a half-eaten sandwich in a dumpster that I take out and start eating. I take it to the street so I can try to find another dumpster to find something else, since this won’t be near enough to fill my stomach. As I am walking, I see a terrifyingly familiar face with a hand scar on it that makes me drop my sandwich in terror.
FLASHBACK - (Content Warning: Sexual Abuse In Flashback)
I am giggling, wunning awound the living woom. I sit on the gwound and look at my mom and say, “Wook what I can do!” I said while I put my arms behind me, and I arched my back. I feel pwoud of myself for this achievement, and my mother, who is weawing a bikini top and showt showts because of her quiwk, cwaps and says, “Good job, Sekai! That is wonderful!” She summons me to way my head in her wap, and my face sticks to her wawm thighs as she stwokes my hair. She says in a wawm voice, “Have I told you what your name means, Sekai?” I say, “No, momma.” She continues to stwoke my hair, and she says, “When I named you, all I could think of was that you were my world. I love you so much, baby girl. I need you to grow up big and strong for me, ok?”
I say full of excited energy while staying in her wap, “OK!” She almost stroked my hair to sleep, but then a loud bang opened my eyes. I saw scawy villains inside the house, and they said, “Hey, hot stuff. It wasn’t nice of you to ignore us earlier, even though you are dressed like that. You obviously want attention. So, we decided to follow you home and teach you a lesson in how to treat a man.” She gets up looking at them with a scawy face, getting in between me and them. She yells, “Get out of my house!HELP! SOMEONE CALL THE HEROES!” One of the viwwains smacks my mother in the face, and I wun up to them and start twying to hit the villain with my tiny fists. He chuckles in a cweepy way and spits something on me that causes my body to compwetewy freeze. He does the same to Momma, and he licks his lips with a snake-like tongue. His fweind started removing my mother’s clothes and his own for some weason. Mom looks scawed. I need to help her!
While the other guy is hurting my mom, fighting naked, the scawy guy who made us freeze approaches me and says, “I prefer my women…. Younger. You are the only reason that I decided to come along today.” He says as he starts to remove my cwothes. He stawts touching me on my body, on my chest, and between my wegs, and I hate it.I don’t like how he is touching me. I hear the guy huwting my mother stawt scweaming, holding in between his wegs, “She made herself really hot and burned me! That bitch!” The scary guy who was touching me says to Momma, “You are a strong one, aren’t you? Or is it your quirk that gave you resistance to my paralytic neurotoxin?” He says, licking his lips with that split snake tongue of his. What is a pawawitic nuwotoxon? He approaches her and says, “I need to take care of you so I can take care of your daughter.” After he says that, he grabs between his wegs and moans before he bites her neck, and she gwabs his face with her quiwk, burning him deepwy on the face as he scweams.
The next thing I wemember is hewoes coming in and awwesting them. One of the hewoes wwaps me in a blanket before taking me to a hospital. The hewoes I don’t wemember, as they seem facewess to me in my memories. I don’t even wemember the wowds they said in my home or the hospital. Aww I heard when they came in was just muwmuws. All I can weawwy wemember is my mother’s eyes. Her eyes were wide open and white. Why does Mommy's eyes wook like that? Why did Momma stop moving? My now souwwess eyes started cwying more, wealizing that she was not coming back. The hewoes twied to talk to me, but I couldn’t talk to them as I was stiww in shock about evewything that had happened. As the facewess hewoes asked me questions that came out as muwmuws. Aww I could do was stawe in fwont of me, stiww fwozen fwom the viwwain.
The hewoes dumped me off at the owphanage once the stuff that made me stiff was gone. One thing I wemember cwearwy are their words as they weft me, “She is so young, she probably won’t remember any of this.” The other one said, “Hopefully… Let’s go back out on patrol.” Before weaving and never wooking back.
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The man before me is the same man who bit my mom’s throat and molested me all those years ago. HOW IS HE FREE?! THE HEROES ARRESTED HIM! The way he is walking around like he doesn’t have a care means that he isn’t on the run and didn’t escape. What even was the point of arresting him if he was going to be free again and just keep committing crimes? WHAT IS THE POINT? I collapse in fear as I look at the scary man with the handprint scar on his face, as everyone treats me like I am invisible. Everyone is ignoring the obvious terror and distress I am feeling.
He walks away, and when he gets out of sight, my legs feel like they can work. I get up, bumping into someone who yells, “WATCH IT!” while he continues walking, ignoring me as I fall. I get up, staggering and stumbling as my whole world crumbles around me. It is as if everything around me is moving fast, and I am slow. I feel I shouldn’t exist among the busy streets as if my presence is getting in everyone else’s way. As I stumble, I decide that I am going to kill myself after all, since everything is pointless. I see a tall building that looks perfect to jump off of.
As I approach the building, in the neighboring alley, there is a girl around my age with deep purple, almost midnight-colored hair, taking off her clothes and closing her eyes in a panic. She yells, “Shit! Come on, you stupid quirk!” The men surrounding her are giggling in a creepy manner, “Hey, sweet cheeks, you like us that much to take off your clothes? Why don’t you come play with us? We are pretty fun.” He says as he starts touching her while shooting her the same kind of perverted expression that the villains who attacked me all those years ago had. I want to help her, but what can a quirkless middle school dropout like me do? I go to walk inside the building, and as I hold the door handle, I hear a slap and she yells, “I want to be a hero that makes this city a place where any girl or woman can show skin and feel safe from villains like you! I WANT TO BE A SYMBOL FOR WOMEN!” Those words she spoke echoed in my mind as I remained frozen at this door.If this city was a safe haven for women, my mother never would have been targeted back then. I have since learned what happened to my mother, thanks to the other mean orphans.
Her saying those words makes me want to help her no matter what. If I am going to die, I might as well be helping a girl who actually seems like she will be a true hero. Unlike all of these fakes roaming the streets. THIS IS HOW I WANT TO GO OUT. I pick up a pipe on my way to this alley, and I smack one of the guys with the pipe. One of the other guys makes his body buffer with his quirk and proceeds to beat the shit out of me, making me drop the pipe. I say to her as he beats me, “RUN! I WILL DISTRACT THEM!” She asks, “Why?!” as she cries, covering herself as she stands there in her underwear. I tell her, “Because this world needs a hero like you!” I am becoming a swollen, bloody pulp, and my vision is getting hazy.
I hear a smack, and she straddles me, and she kisses me on my lips, and it feels like the best thing ever. Unbeknownst to either of us at this moment, I actually used my quirk, but she used hers at the same time, and my quirk activation went unnoticed. When she kissed me, both she and I travelled inside the ground like we were a cartoon drawing. She says, “Let’s go!” I start crying and ask her, “Why didn’t you run?” She says, “You called me a hero, right? It is kinda what we do.” She grabs my hand and starts sprinting. The villains were confused by what happened and gave up trying to pursue, realizing that she had a weird quirk they didn’t know how to deal with.
When we get a safe distance away, she releases her quirk and starts breathing heavily, “Dude, that is so hard to do, bringing others with me.” I ask her worried, “Are you ok?” She gives me a thumbs up as she catches her breath. She says while still catching her breath, “If anyone should be asking that, it should be me.” I stagger while struggling to stand up and say, “Don’t worry, I am fine.” However, I am not fine, as my eyes, which were very puffy and bruised and barely open from the abuse, closed against my will.