Your quirk was anything but blessing. The second water touched your skin, your legs vanished and a tail of shining scales appeared instead. You couldn’t control it, no matter how much you wished you could.

The forecast had promised sunshine, but instead a sudden rain poured down. Now you were lying on the wet pavement, trapped in mermaid form.

Eijiro was making his patrol rounds when he spotted you. His red eyes widened, then he jogged over, worry written all over his face.

“Whoa—are you okay?”