#actual production into their MVs and translating that to strong and powerful live performances

[94erz]

Having Never Let Go be the next BTS related release after the brilliance that was RPWP like… idk man. It’s like big hit said “don’t worry, we still here for mainstream pop, namjoon was just going a bender there, don’t mind him, everything is back to normal now.”

Which begs the question, what is this group even going to sound like in 2025? Because I still have hope Namjoon would regain control of the group sound but considering the commercial performance of all the member efforts during chapter 2, I fear we are going to get songs more in the vein of never let go…

I have a feeling it'll just be more of what we've been getting since 2020. I have no doubt that Namjoon will keep a strong hold on HIS music, as in the shit he writes himself along with the others, but we're also going to continue to get songs written by a team of various Western writers and handed to more Western producers to ensure BTS still has chart popular songs for the US. 'Cause with how anti-Namjoon ''ARMY'' are now I doubt they'll ever chart songs written by the members again. I think those days are unfortunately over where the fandom as a whole values the work put into the music by the RL, and instead values success and if that means supporting literal garbage music with their name on it then so be it. To a lot of these people as long as it's catchy and says all the right things, nothing else matters.

All the praise I'm seeing from some JK fans/ARMY on Never Let Go (here on Tumblr only) is about being told how much THEY are loved, as fans. They care more about the idea that the song is a ''gift'' to them and expresses his love to them that it's enough for the song to not only be good, but it's amazing, they love it. Whereas all the people I know who know music, like actual production and mixing and shit, they all agree this song is bad, it just sounds bad.

So the fandom is split, and the members are split, and the team at BigHit are split, and until something finally gives we're going to continue to get a mix of good music trapped as B-sides and then commercial hits solely for the purpose of chart success.

[digitalbounce-digitalsound]

My in-depth analysis of why I left the Kpop fandom.

Please be aware, this may touch on sensitive topics.

As most of my  followers may know, I have been in the Kpop fandom for many years (Since 2006 to be exact) which means I have seen a lot, A LOT, of shit. I have had nearly my entire life controlled by Kpop and by about 2010 I completely moved away from more normal music.

Since I started secondary school I was bullied for my taste in music, I never thought anything of it because as I still believe, music is music and nothing is wrong with safe creative influence and inspiration. But the thing was, this music, this fandom had me so deluded and so removed from myself that I didn't see it was destroying me, inside and out.

After I was in the fandom for around 4 years, I was getting more and more obsessed with kpop, keeping track of the idols, watching their MV's obsessively, hoarding albums and putting up high defences for when someone made fun of them. Up until 2019 when I dropped the fandom completely, I managed to spend over £4000 on Kpop merch, be it albums, clothing, food, concerts. It was bad and a huge waste of money.

The Kpop fandom is a toxic place to be with people constantly pushing you to like certain groups, with battles around which fandom is better, which group is better between fans. Fans will discriminate against you for the way you look, the way you dress. If you don’t meet their standards they will find a way to push you away. They are all entitled and many think that stalking and giving idols zero personal space is perfectly acceptable.

Kpop music has no real meaning to it and is completely lacking when it comes down to personal messages (Bar the ones that have been self-written by the idols themselves) Kpop is just as bland and emotionless as the people that listen to it as the fans attach meanings to the songs where there are none. They don’t see that all of the music is extremely generic about money, women, men, being in a relationship and looking perfect. It is extremely sexist, concreted in gender binaries that make quite literally no sense and don’t have any soul behind them.

I guarantee that many if not all the idols that don’t write their own material, hate their songs with a passion but have to put up a plastic perfect mask to hide it. There have been so many horrible things that happen inside the genre that fans just ignore. Pretend don’t happen and it is horrible.

Because of Kpop I ended up becoming disgusted with myself, Kpop made me see flaws that weren't there, it made me want to look "Just like my idols". The impossibly thin, obviously unhealthy idols, and I did, gaining body dysmorphia and an eating disorder to boot. It led to me becoming extremely unhealthy, I would barely eat and listen too much at the insults thrown my way which did nothing but make me more self-conscious.

The constant struggle between wanting to look pretty and not wanting to kill myself was extremely difficult to deal with. Kpop made me shy, it made me reserved and not want to talk. It made me aim for dreams in the wrong way. I wanted to become a translator since I was very small so that I could help governments converse with each other and maybe help countries understand each other. That dream was changed with a want to become a translator to "Translate for my oppas" and become a concert translator or a TV show translator. I want to do seamstress work on the side, originally I wanted to do it to make costumes for Broadway productions, maybe cosplay for characters as well. That dream too, was ruined by Kpop. Making me want to do seamstress work to make stage outfits for my "Oppas and Eonnies." 

All of my dreams have been ruined by Kpop, my body too. To this day I still get confused about why I am doing certain things or why I am eating this or that because it will make me fat.

Because of the constant barrage of hate coming from my own brain, my own friends (Who consequently ended up liking Kpop), from my own family and people who I thought was close to me. I ended up thinking that the only way to escape from all of the hate was to kill myself. I became suicidal, I hated myself, I have scarred my leg so badly that I am scared to wear shorts. I constantly wore long sleeves to cover the marks on my arms, I turned in on myself and became scared to talk to people incase they bullied me or shouted at me. I grew more dependant on Kpop and I'm not proud to admit it but I ended up fetishizing Asian people, it was not a good time in my life, I felt like I could change my life, marry someone who could give me child on the inside of Kpop, it was disgusting but at the time, I didn't see it.

I had no one to openly talk to about what I was going through, nowhere to go but down at the time. I ended up doing performing arts at college, hoping that I could be recruited by an agency and meet my idols, be my idols, I thought I could get somewhere with performance. It helped, but not in the way I would have expected. I became more confident and even though I was still being bullied for my likes, bullied for things that happened in school, I continued. I kept at performance. started liking more Japanese Pop/Rock, I listened to my struggling brain instead of my aching obsessed heart and it led me to become friends with C.

She is into Kpop like me, she understood what I wanted, she understood the Asian fever, we became close friends, close friends very quickly. She lived near to me at the time and would invite me over for Kpop sessions, to have fun making Korean food, singing along to Kpop songs, to learn Korean together. At the time, I thought it was brilliant to have someone like me around but low and behold, I didn't see what she was doing to me in the meantime. I didn't know that she was controlling me.

She kept me interested with stories of becoming a teacher, this would have been the perfect way into Korea. It made so much sense, if I became a teacher I could get into Korea and live in the same place as them. Now and then I would get a small spark of realisation that C was not listening, that she didn't care about anyone but herself but I still ignored it. After I finished my Dance BTEC I decided to work for a while, gain money before looking more into becoming a teacher.

Something that you should know about me is that I am a very dependant person. Due to years of being bullied and shouted at, being constantly told I'm wrong and stupid, I rely on other people to know when I have done good, to know when I can celebrate without it coming off as me getting excited over something insignificant. I rely a lot on other people for my happiness. Emotion isn't my strong-suit so I have to surround myself with happy people who can help me see that I am a good person, who can help me with how to display emotion in a normal way.

C did not seem to realise this throughout our whole friendship and would never try to help when my emotional state started dropping, she wouldn't help me understand what the correct amount of emotion is, what grade is good and what isn't. We started a higher education course together, C basically clinging to me but my dependant ass didn't notice and clung back since she was the only other person who liked Kpop that I knew. During the course I had time to think about what I actually wanted to do. Being part of the English literature course made me remember my dream of translation, in the psychology course I learned more about myself, about how my anxiety works, how my manic depression effects my state of mind. I learned about so many different and interesting things that my brain started to click, I started to realise that I didn't like Kpop, I was obsessed with it.

I was obsessed and infatuated, Kpop was my unhealthy coping method which I didn't see. Kpop was the thing that was hurting me the most. At this time, I was still unable to let go. I still couldn't stop myself. When we applied to Universities somewhere in the back of my head my brain was telling me to apply for another course, and I did. whilst C applied for teaching courses and Korean I applied for nearly entirely teaching and Korean courses but snuck in an application for Japanese and International Business.

I felt like I had to sneak at that point because of her becoming overbearing and controlling, making me feel like the only place I could be was right behind her, following her the whole time.

In some fucked twist of fate me and her got into the same university, her on a Korean and tesol course and me on Japanese and Int Business. The small light in the back of my head was still telling me that it was still twisted, that I should not be how I am. That obsessing over Kpop isn't right but I still didn't listen, thinking that Kpop was the right place to be.

I should have seen what she was doing to me when she came to my Bass Practice at one point and heard me play only to weeks later suggest I don’t bring my Bass to Uni as it would “Distract me” yet she brought her PlayStation. She also tried to deter me away from normal music both at the time and during my time around her at University.

Now, I would never try to fully get rid of that time in my life, I would much rather just ignore it as I made many great friends through Kpop (C not being one of them) and I had a lot of fun at the concerts I went to.

Funnily enough, it was religion that actually jogged me out of this freakstorm called Kpop. I always understood the idea of a higher power, of something more than chemicals but less than a "god" It ended up with me finding Satanism (Laveyan) I realised that Religion is only as powerful as you make it. Obsessions, whilst good, are bad in large quantities, you must indulge yourself but too much indulgence leads to greed which is exactly what happened to me. I got too greedy and neglected the rest of my life.

It started small, I would listen to more heavy metal (thinks like Rammstein and Slipknot) and would practice bass more, listen to Kpop less and work on my course and my grades. Of course this slightly strained my friendship with C, I still listened to Kpop, went to the events at the uni, had a fun time at most of them. It wasn't until mid-year that I started seeing the error of my ways.

We went to another Kpop club night that was part of the uni. Because I was getting more used to normal music I could see people staring more, glancing at us with disgust because we knew older songs, because I wouldn't dance for certain groups. It was a small wakeup call, the feeling of being judged and bullied yet again by people nearing on 3 years younger than me was just a pain.

C had pointed a guy out to us during first year, his name is David, he is Korean and was a little bit of an ass (which was understandable due to the amount of Koreaboos he has had to deal with) I did think he was cute, he was a nice guy, liked music I liked but I was not attracted to him (Like I would have been when I was under that disgusting influence) so I just wanted to be his friend.

It started kicking off one night when C got upset over a what David thought was a joke, they both argued and shouted, I ended up as a go between, figuring out what happened, defending C and stopping David from hurting anyone. C took this as me taking David's side, proceeded to not listen to me, make me upset and with my horrible control over emotions, I started having a panic attack whilst shouting at her. She hugged me during my panic attack (A big no no because she was restraining me and giving me physical contact which I hate. Which she should have known being friends with me for 6 years) that made me pass-out, hit my head and get sent to the hospital with a concussion.

I had to pretend it wasn't her fault even though it killed me to do so. During my night in the hospital she managed to make it about her which really upset me. I ended up hanging around with my classmate/friend M after that. M was nice, she listened to me, her and E helped me realise that Kpop isn't all it's set up to be.

After that it went down hill with argues popping up a lot and for me, no escape since we lived together. I started getting disgusted by the Kpop nights with how obsessive and OTT the Kpop fans were, how horrible they were too. It all snapped one day when I just got my results back for an essay which I got a 1st in, I was over the moon but yet again, didn't know if it was good or not. When I showed people for confirmation that I could be happy I was met with jealous but very happy responses apart from C. The one person who was basically my jailer, who told me when it was okay to be happy or not, she responded with "Oh that's alright then I guess." and brushed it off like it was nothing.

It was then that it hit me she has been manipulating me for years, not giving me any real emotions to show. We were friends for 6 years and at that moment, all of the times she brushed me off or never let me talk, talked over me to speak about herself, it all came back. I was so disgusted and upset that I just stopped talking to her, I was too angry to talk to her and was worried that I may hurt her if I do talk.

She took offence to my silence and called me names, tried to force me to talk to her (Which is also bad because I do not react well to forced confrontation and most of the time lash out both physically and verbally) so I kept ignoring her to the point I felt too threatened to leave my room. It was horrible. I wasn't until she sent me a message telling me to act like an adult that I flipped.

No one, and I mean no one, calls me childish and gets away with it. That is the number 1 way to piss me off and get me to immediately cut ties.

I put in an application to move with the Uni due to being under threat and feeling unsafe. They moved me the next day. Whilst She was still in the flat, she didn't even notice me moving out. I was so disgusted with that.

After that, I met my new flatmates, none of them liked Kpop, they introduced me to nice music, better music which actually made me feel good, not infatuated. Happy. I could talk to them more about normal things. because of the lack of the obsession, my grades went up, I started making friends easier, my confidence went up.

After getting back into normal music, i started to realise how low-quality Kpop actually is. How disgustingly gendered it is and how sexist it is. Kpop ruined me but normal music made me realise who I am and how to become that person I always wished I was.

The only music I strictly don't listen to now is Rap, Kpop and Top-Chart Pop music.

Currently, I am a university student working towards my dream of becoming a government translator. I have prospects to work in Japan after I graduate and I am absolutely ecstatic about that. I cut out so many bad friends and managed to make myself feel more human again just by getting rid of a single music taste from my life.

 -Killian.

(If you’re going to spam me with hate and try to whine about how “Not all Kpop fans are like that” or “Kpop isn’t bad, you’re just stupid” and shit like that then you are just proving my point. If you come at me with a valid argument and actual valid points, I will explain my opinions and my side of the argument.)

BASICALLY, TREAT ME HOW YOU WANT TO BE TREATED.

Don’t be an asshole because I will just be an asshole back.

[ilcaeryx]

Tenacity: Chapter 6 - Bankruptcy [Uraraka Ochako/Reader]

SUMMARY: Ochako had entered Tokyo Dome clad in white, salmon and lime and exited drenched in grey.

TAGS: Reader-insert Collection, Soul mate AU

Link to Chapter 6 of Tenacity on AO3

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Chapter 6: Bankruptcy

The discoloured mesh of humans that expanded throughout Tokyo Dome made Ochako’s back shiver, from the nosebleed sections to the much-desired floor sections. She hadn’t known what to expect; this was the first concert she ever attended and while she had seen pictures of it online, the absolute size didn’t translate well in pictures. Bracing herself on the rail, she listened with her eyes to the fans roar as a new MV appeared on the large screens, their voices filling her with excitement. When their screaming toned down, for the general noisiness never disappeared completely, she re-read her ticket and confirmed that she had to go even higher.

The nosebleeds provided a great overview of the entire arena she noticed while climbing up the stairs, though she would be unable to see the performers up close. A pang of regret hit her, as both Jirou and Momo had managed to score tickets lower down. Remembering the prices, she straightened her back and felt a lot better about herself. Her mother had begged her to go, saying that Ochako had been working hard without any respite for the family, and eventually she had succumbed reluctantly. There hadn’t been many tickets to pick from since she had wavered for too long but she managed to get one. While she couldn’t afford the expensive floor tickets, she was certain she’d have a good time up here as well.

Her phone went off and she answered it almost immediately.

“Momo?” Ochako asked while taking the last few steps up to her row, trying hard not to reveal how out of breath she was. Covering the phone, she quietly said sorry to the people that let her through to her seat.

“Have you found your seat?” Momo’s voice said.

“I just got to my seat. Good thing I’m not afraid of heights.”

“Remember to use the binoculars I gave you, Ochako! I tested them at home and they worked quite well, considering it’s the first time I produced binoculars with my Quirk.”

Right, she made these using her body, Ochako thought as she fished the binoculars out of her bag and examined it. She looked through them and found that with some adjusting she could see the scene.

“They actually work,” Ochako said, laughter colouring her voice. “It’s hard to believe that you’ve only had your Quirk for a few months and you can already make this kind of stuff. That’s amazing.”

“I have had my Quirk for almost a year now.”

Ochako pressed herself against her seat and let some people by, not particularly paying attention to them. “It’s been that long since?”

“Yes. Life really did change for the better after I met Jirou but if I had lacked the education to support my Quirk I would struggle to make plates, most likely.”

Anticipation rose amongst everyone as the intro’s bassline shook out of the speakers, powerful enough to make Ochako’s torso vibrate to the rhythm. The beginning of the intro ushered the ending of the conversation and everyone lost themselves as the performers entered the stage.

Considering how loud the concert had been, everyone exited in relative silence. There wasn’t much talking done around Ochako, even as the music subsided and the chilly breeze forced the concert goers back into reality. If she was perfectly honest, she didn’t understand that it was all over. While mindlessly following the horde flowing towards the subway, she replayed bits and pieces of the concert inside her head, trying to immerse herself enough to relive it.

She barely acknowledged Jirou and Momo as they miraculously boarded the same train wagon she did. Much like Ochako had, Jirou dunked herself into a seat with a melancholy expression on her face. Ochako must have stared for a bit too long, for Jirou gave her a comforting half-smile.

“Welcome to my life,” she said, her head lolling limply against the back of the seat. She made an upwards motion with her hand, “You’ve been waiting for this for months and it’s over in two hours. Now you have to find something else to do with your life.” Her hand crashed down onto her thigh, symbolizing the post-concert life they now had to endure.

Ochako sighed and pulled her bag close to her chest, “I don’t like this.”

“Do you regret it?” Momo quickly interjected, probably before Jirou could further commiserate.

“I guess not. It was a fun experience that I hope I recall forever.”

“That’s what fancams are for,” Jirou stated, pulling up her phone. “Everyone is going wild online about… Hold on, how is this trending?”

“What now?” Momo leaned forward towards Jirou, her bangs almost hitting the phone.

“Do you remember the scientist who got trashed for trash-talking soul mates? He’s back for round two. Listen, this is what he wrote: ‘I'm quite amused that the mainstream thought of meeting your soul mate and acquiring your Quirk increases your overall productivity, with the conclusion that society would prosper the most when everyone found their soul mate. I find it a rather ineffective solution to the traditional school of hard work, considering that the chances of meeting your soul mate are low and the proper usage of Quirks takes years to master. There's a definite trade-off between time spent and actual success … and it's not in your favour.’”

Ochako blinked slowly, not certain she had the attention span to understand it anyway.

“That is quite the negative view,” Momo commented, returning to her seat. Ochako couldn’t see it because of the table, but both Momo and Jirou were probably doing some couple-stuff with their feet… whatever that could be. “You gain an ability without drawbacks and someone to rely on. Not everyone can use their Quirk for work-related purposes but surely every Quirk has some application. Even if mastering it is impossible, there’s an additional ability for you to use daily.”

“You would know that,” Jirou said and scoffed light-heartedly.

Momo shrugged. “This has been my experience.”

Ochako thought about her parents, both Quirkless and happily married. Even though the family business was stagnating for several reasons, Ochako doubted that Quirks could save them from what felt like inevitable bankruptcy. It was a laughable concept, honestly. The Quirks that appeared after meeting your soul mate ranged from barely changing anything at all to something life-changing, such as severely altering your appearance. Thus, Quirks could not only be hard to master but also negatively affect your life.

“I can eavesdrop on the people living below my apartment now, which is interesting, but other than that I don’t feel more productive than I did before. Not that I was particularly productive before…” Jirou touched her earlobes.

“My parents have been married forever now and they are both Quirkless,” Ochako said after some contemplation. “I can’t imagine them doing better than they are now, even if they had Quirks. If they had met their soul mates, perhaps they would never have started their business and done other things instead.”

“Exactly, people can mess up their lives even if they have Quirks.”

“What I meant was that Quirks won’t trump hard work or common sense.”

“That too.”

Until Ochako reached her stop, the trio continued to talk about easier-to-digest topics. Once again braving the cold air, Ochako left the warmth of the train and continued forward into the night.

Meanwhile, Y/N just entered the train from Tokyo Dome back to the city. Everyone in her section had started leaving the concert while the outro song was playing, their backs coloured with lights from the scene. She had remained seated for some time, basking in the cozy afterglow of the concert and refusing normalcy until she took her first step outside the Dome. Until that happened, the concert did not end.

Her gaze had travelled from the different sections to the empty stage and filled exits, searching for something. Perhaps a reason to stay even longer or to leave in all haste. She felt that if she left, a part of her would remain here in the nosebleeds. It was inevitable that she’d have to move on, sooner or later, and this realization made her chest drop.

Ochako accidentally grasped the door handle with all her fingers and cursed, the strange pressure inside the pit of her stomach growing. Carefully, she pushed down the handle and mechanically opened the door, smiling awkwardly before her visitors. Immediately after she forced her fingertips together and backed away, wringing her hands in front of her as her stomach relaxed. Momo, peering over a huge paper bag she held against her torso, gave her a sympathetic look. Jirou shut the door after entering.

“Thank you for shopping for me!” Ochako couldn’t help but move around, her irritation fading when her friends brought the merchandise into the kitchen.

“Don’t mention it,” Jirou said, getting the merchandise out of the bag and onto the counter.

“I really do feel for you, Ochako,” Momo said, stretching to reach the uppermost cupboard shelves. “It is unfortunate that it isn’t a complete activation type Quirk, which would be much simpler to handle.”

“When you learn how to use it properly you won’t even need Momo to put away the merchandise.”

Ochako approached to help out of instinct but was curtly shooed away by Momo. Instead she retreated to the table, watching her friends to all the work her shoulder slouched. She braced her elbows against her knees and placed her chin against her knuckles. “As long as I’m deliberate about where I place my fingers I can manage… I’ll survive.”

Momo looked back at her with a smile. “Happy to hear you. You’ve seemed… sad these last few days.”

With reluctance, Ochako acknowledged inside her head that that was an understatement. Her life post-concert had been veiled in nostalgic filters; when she wasn’t studying she visited her memories through videos and photos and when she didn’t do either her heart ached. The heartache felt similar to the pains she had growing up, reviewing her old memories of childhood and wishing she could relive it. However, she couldn’t tell whether reliving it would release her from this longing or chain her down further. Perhaps it would be like replaying a game from your childhood. In your memories, you had the best of times, yet the pleasure and novelty were now not as intense. This arduous craving would be fulfilled, leaving behind the knowledge that once you experience something you can’t get it again. More importantly, she didn’t know whether it stemmed from the event itself or meeting her soul mate.

Her Quirk had surprised her the morning after the concert, which she deduced meant that she had bumped into her soul mate there. What made her feel sick was the realization that any person she had touched could be her soul mate. A person without any relevance to her current life, who didn’t know her as a person. Someone who only desired her because of some mysterious fuck up. Conversely, what kind of life would she be intruding upon if they ever met again? Would the fact that it was impossible to find that person mean that she was in a constant state of longing?

“You know, I thought it was the post-concert depression hitting me afterwards but I’m not certain anymore,” Ochako mumbled. She described her feelings while Jirou and Momo nodded affirmatively.

“I guess you could describe it as nostalgia,” Momo mused and tapped her lip with a finger. “Sounds like what I experience when I’m away from Jirou for an extended amount of time.” Ochako grimaced as Jirou confirmed the sentiment. “I’m just getting my life together and this happens. I really don’t want to chase after the shadow of someone who may be my soul mate. It’ll be impossible to find that person. All I want to do is take over the family business and I don’t want someone else’s influence to steer me away from that.”

“You can take over the business and find your soul mate without compromising either. It’s just a matter of endurance.”

It had taken her an hour of writing and re-writing the same 3 sentences before eventually leaning back and pressing enter with an empty look on her face. Ochako was feeling rather bored with this soul mate ordeal. According to the Quirk specialist she had visited, there would be no emotional damage even if she never found her soul mate. It happened surprisingly often that people would randomly acquire Quirks from touching a stranger, only to never meet them again. Thus, her bout of sadness had been demoted to the good old post-concert depression. The specialist did warn her that if she ever came into contact with this person again she would probably be emotionally affected.

Therefore, that should have been the end of it.

It wasn’t.

Two weeks had passed since the concert and only now did she dare to write a post asking whether someone else from the same section acquired their Quirk then. Her drive to know stemmed partly from curiosity and partly from the knowledge that the future could possibly be better if this person was in her life. However, now that it was confirmed that she would remain herself and that her goals would be the same, she felt thankful and thought that the logical action would be to withdraw. After all, she had a new ability which could prove useful. It was maddening to simultaneously encounter herself in these two extremes.

Her necessity for relief from the rigid tension inside became palpable when she couldn't bear leaving her computer chair to take a shower. Without supervising all new comments, she could accidentally miss a comment from people having attended the concert in the same section. When she felt like there would be few updates, she hurriedly threw together some food and regressed back into her room.

After 9PM, her post in the concert group for that particular date was gaining traction, negative and positive alike. No one claimed to have awakened their Quirk back then. She remained by the edge of her seat, yet she was not surprised at this development. At most, this would be one of the big question marks of her life. Why was this any different to not knowing what would’ve happened if she had gone to another school or what if she had had a different set of parents? It wouldn’t solve her current issues and not her future issues, which she would have tons of if she didn’t straighten herself out.

Imagine going bankrupt because you’re this obsessed with a stranger, she chided herself and sighed deeply. Her bottomless need to refresh the page and scour the comments turned her mood foul. With a sharp click she exited the browser and shut down the computer. These two weeks of longing and dillydallying had been memorable… but reality was calling her back, even after the short memory exposition she relived every time she used her Quirk.

Today Y/N exited the health care facility carrying a booklet about Quirks, paperwork and a diary. Two days ago her partner had discovered that three ink black spots on her back changed places every few days. They had been worried about it being some dermatological issue, which was refuted by tests. Indeed, evaluation proved that Y/N was healthy and that the three spots were parts of her Quirk. As far as she knew, they had been on her back for a few years and she had never noticed them moving about. After all, who examines their back that often?

Because Y/N didn’t notice anything strange other than the moving spots the specialist mused whether it could detect meteorological changes or something subtle. However, since there was no data to collect about it Y/N was sent home with a diary where she would describe eventual changes. While she was relieved that it wasn’t a health scare, she wondered how long ago she acquired it and how the other person had reacted. Had they been angry or scared? She imagined that most people with flashier and active Quirks could not forget about something like that, but hers was insignificant and knowing that she had a Quirk didn’t change a single thing.

True to her thoughts, after four days of writing in her Quirk diary it was buried beneath a stack of paper on her desk, forgotten behind the normalcy of life.

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