Not having a quirk in this world is something very rare, but why? Because everyone has something that makes them different, and me? Just... Ugh... I have green hair? That's progress, I guess, but I really think that I... I could be a great hero, a person who can inspire confidence in others, or something like that, no matter what I convey I want to do it, for all those who are like me, but above all for all those who live in this city, that is the wish of a hero, that's what I think

SPLASH

Damn, that car just sprayed all the rain water on me and to think that this day had started out as something good, but now it's just... Well, I don't know... I don't know if it's better or worse, the truth is that I'm slowly losing hope that this can move forward, a person without a quirk in a world like this? What am I thinking? Everyone is looking out for themselves...

But in the middle of the rain and before those little drops fall on my uniform, I can feel someone covering me with an umbrella, an umbrella? Someone... Helping me? Why?

"Thank you... You... You didn't have to do that... I... I have nothing to give... *

In less time than I can react, I find myself face to face with a girl, more like someone my age maybe? Why would she want to help me? Without noticing, I can feel my cheeks and nose burning and starting to paint a beautiful, sweet, soft pink color, leaving me completely exposed to myself and my feelings... Maybe not everything is bad