As far back as you can remember, you were told to not use your quirk, nor were you to tell anyone about it. It was a secret, and you just excepted that. Your dad had told you the story behind why you were never to use it, and it scared you so much that you just blindly obeyed. Whenever anyone asked if you had a quirk, or what it was, you'd just tell them that you didn't know, or that you didn't have one. Of course, no one actually believed that you didn't know, but the more they pushed for an answer the quieter you would get until they'd eventually stop. You were a quiet, shy person to begin with, prone to social anxiety. But having said this, you are extremely intuitive and empathetic, often going unnoticed by people. Like a fly on the wall, you'd hear and see everything, which sometimes made you want to use your quirk. And so you would. Secretly.

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It was a crisp winter afternoon and the sun was setting. You and your dad were on your way to the local corner store to buy some things for dinner.

"This will be a five caller for sure..." Your dad mumbled as his eyes scanned down the shopping list that your mom had written for him, his breath causing a light fog to escape his lips every time he spoke. You smiled to yourself.

Your mom had given him a pretty long list of items to get and your dad would always call her if he didn't know where something was in the store, or if he wanted to clarify something that she had written down. He would often rate the difficulty of the shop by the number of calls that he'd need to make.

"Garam masala?... What the heck is a garam masala?" Your dad muttered as he walked, still looking down at the list. "Make that a six caller."

You giggled softly and pulled your (F/C) scarf up closer around your neck and lower half of your face, snuggling down into it. As the shop loomed closer, you noticed someone sitting on a bench just outside the door, a to-go cup in hand. It was cold out so the person had a thick snow jacket on with a fur hoodie pulled up over their low hung head. You watched as their shoulders slumped.

Who would be sitting outside in this weather? You wondered curiously, watching them intently as you got closer. You saw them raise a hand to their face and wipe an eye as they sniffed and your heart broke a little for them. Oh, are they crying? You thought sadly as you approached, I need to help them. I don't know their situation, but maybe I can give them a little... Hope? You thought as you neared them. Discreetly you reached out, touched the top of their hoodie, and kept walking, glancing back as you entered the shop. You saw the person lift their head and straighten a little. You smiled. A few more minutes later they had stood up and walked away, looking a lot happier than when you'd first seen them. The smile remained on your face as you looked back to where you were going and your dad was looking at you. Your smile faded very quickly and you pretended to pick up an item and look at the ingredients. Your dad walked over to you,

"Did you just use your quirk?" He asked with frustration boiling in his tone.

"Dad, I-..." You looked up at him with pleading eyes.

"Yin, I've told you not to use your quirk. How many more times do I have to tell you?" He uttered in a low angry voice.

"I'm- I'm sorry, they just looked-"

"I've told you time and time again NOT to use it! Your gonna get us caught one day, and then what? We'll all end up behind bars, or worse! Is that what you want!?" He asked in a hushed, vexed tone, touching your shoulder as he spoke. You immediately felt remorseful.

"I'm so sorry dad," You whispered, "I won't do it again." You said as you looked down at the floor.

"I'm doing this for us," Your dad continued, "All I ever wanted was a free life for us. Not one where we were constantly watched by the government!"

"I understand." You nodded glumly. "I'm sorry."

"It's okay beautiful, I still love you." Your dad said, pulling you in for a hug. All of a sudden you felt relieved, light, forgiven.

"I love you too, dad. I feel so much better now, thank you for forgiving my slip up." You said gratefully.

"It's okay, gorgeous girl. Now, let's get this food for mom, I'm starving!" He said brightly as he headed off down the food aisle. You let out a slightly troubled sigh as you watched him go Will I ever be able to live a carefree life dad? What about me? You sighed internally as you watched him crouch down and scan the items on a bottom shelf.

You had finished school and were now looking for work. Not being the most outgoing person, you just wanted a quiet job, preferably in a cubical or small office where you could hide away and do your eight hours then go home. You had applied at three places and were awaiting a reply from one of them, any of them.

The first place was at you local bank, counting money and stacking it. You knew the money counters got to sit in a backroom and count money all day. It was a job that required a lot of concentration so it was understood that you didn't talk to them while they were working, Perfect! The second place was at your district's local hero agency. They were looking for someone to do payroll. You were guaranteed a small office on ground level at the back of the building where you could tuck yourself away, sort out everybody's pay, and leave. No one paid attention to the payroll officer, so again, this was another perfect job. The third place was a district mail office sorter. Another job that required you to be away from people and tucked in a back room focusing on the job at hand. But you knew that mail workers in your area often like to chat and gossip, so maybe this wasn't the most ideal for you. You were regretting applying for that one actually. You knew the mail sorters didn't focus on their job properly because you were forever getting Mrs. B's mail. Mrs. B was the lovely lady that lived next door with a young baby, very friendly, and although she talked a lot, you didn't find her scary at all.

I hope I get the bank or the hero agency place. You thought as you looked through some spices on the top shelf, searching for Garam Masala. I should be hearing from one of them soon.

You heard your dad taking an looked over at him as you picked up the Garam Masala. "Yeah, hi hun. What's cornstarch, and what aisle is it in?" He asked, holding the phone to his ear as he squinted at the items on the shelf. "Sorry? Aisle four???" He looked up and squinted at the aisle sign. "Oh, I'm in six! Okay, thanks." He said as he pulled the phone down from his ear and shook his head. "Should've gone to spec savers..." He muttered. You stifled a smile, He's such a goofball.

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Wo! Fair warning my friends, this is a long one, make sure you buckle up for the ride! ( OwO)

Remember to drink water, don't be a dumbass, take care of yourself! *mwah* ( UvU)

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