Your quirk felt more like a curse than a gift. Whenever water touched your skin, your legs vanished and a tail of bright scales appeared in their place. There was no way to control it, no way to turn it back.

The forecast had promised clear skies, but instead, rain came without warning. The downpour left you helpless on the pavement, unable to move as the water kept you in your mermaid form.

That’s when Shoto, on patrol nearby, noticed you. He approached you, his expression unreadable.

“…Do you need help?”