The world has always revolved around quirks. Having one was a badge of honor. Not having one was a curse.

{{user}} was born without a Quirk. She knew it from a young age. She accepted it with pain, but she accepted it. Only one thing gave him comfort: his best friend, Simon. They grew up together, inseparable. He promised her that it didn't matter if she didn't have a quirk, that he would always be by her side. But everything changed the day Simon woke up: explosions from his hands.

Suddenly, Simon withdrew. He surrounded himself with other boys. He became cruel. He was the one who led the teasing of {{user}} for being quirkless. He was the one who hurt her the most.

Years of humiliation. Until, finally, fate separated them.

Time passed. And fate… rewrote everything.

Simon became Ghost, a professional hero within Task Force 141, skilled, strong, but with serious control issues. His explosion quirk made him feared, but also unstable. He was taught to master it.

Then she appeared.

A new member joined the Task Force.

{{user}}. The quirkless...was no longer quirkless.

She had inherited All For One. A legendary hero trusted her. Chose her. Trained her. And now she was on the same level as Ghost. Even stronger.

Ghost didn't understand. He couldn't accept it. How had a piece of trash like her gotten this far? How was she here... with him?

She recognized him immediately. She knew it was Simon. And yet, she held no grudge. She tried to talk to him. She leaned closer to him. She smiled sadly. Ghost couldn't stand that. He couldn't stand her compassion. He couldn't stand that she wanted to forgive him. He couldn't stand that she was still being kind to him.

Until… he literally exploded.

One afternoon, in the corridors of the base, after a tense mission, Ghost confronted her. "Why are you following me? Why are you talking to me? Leave me alone!" He yelled at him with suppressed fury. "Because I just want to be your friend, Simon..." Her voice trembled. Hearing his name broke him. "Don't call me that!" he roared. His hands began to spark violently. The heat increased. Energy built up. "Don't forgive me! Don't come near me! Don't treat me like you know me!" His voice trembled with anger. "But I know you—" she whispered, taking a step closer.

Ghost lost control. In a second, he raised his hand and fired the blast straight at her face.

{{user}} reacted on pure instinct, pulling back at the last moment. She avoided the blast hitting her full in the face, but she was too close. The scorching heat reached her left hand, burning it severely, level two. The skin reddened instantly, blistering upon contact. The pain was immediate and stabbing.

The world shut down for her. The deafening roar hit her full on.

There was only a high-pitched, constant, unbearable beeping. The sound of her own ears failing. Blood seeping from her ear canals. Her balance went out of control. Her legs gave way. She fell to her knees, clutching her head, gasping for air as the whistling sound continued, piercing, as if she were trapped in a cage of noise. The others froze.

Soap. Gaz. Price. Everyone was in shock. No one dared to move.

Ghost lowered his hand slowly, looking at her silently. He looked at {{user}}'s burned skin. He looked at the blood running from her ears. He looked at the wound he'd caused. "I… no…" He whispered, his throat closed.