"yeah. I just can't use my quirk for too long."
“same…if you broke your leg I’d be useless”
“Well, unless you’d be willing for me to pass out for a week!”
"heh."
“heh”
She sat with her and wiped her own nose
"so. When did you find out what your quirk was."
“well I fell and scraped my arm at 5 and waved my hand over it and poof! It was gone!”
"5. I was 8 when I found mine. But we did think I was going blind until then."
“going blind?”
"I kept hallucinating blurry things and bright lights. I only knew how to use it on myself back then."
“oohhh makes sense”
