#not pictured: antennae blowing gracefully in the breeze

[aegann]

Parasitoid wasp - Genus Netelia

[citrines-happy-place]

Masterlist

Word Count - 700

Genre  - honestly, I’m not quite sure at this point

Warnings - pain desriptions

Synopsis - a young girl’s quirk manifests at school. how will such a fundamental part of life change her’s forever?

Author’s Note - and here it is, my debut fan fiction.

     Half of my classmates’ quirks had already manifested. It was always really cool to see what different powers my friends ended up with, and I was super excited for mine to show up. Lucky for me, I didn’t have very long to wait.

     It was a sunny September Tuesday, and I walked to school down the same city streets I always did, passing the toy store and the donut shop. I greeted my teacher before running over to my friends, who were chatting by the swing set. They turned to greet me as I approached.

     “Hi, Neith-chan!” my friend Kiko called, making room next to her in the small circle of students. “Michiko-chan was telling us about what her brother did at the park yesterday.”

     “Yeah, he jumped off the swing set!” Michiko chimed in. “It was from the highest point too. He almost looked like he was flying!” I could picture her brother soaring through the air, landing gracefully on the sand, and imagined what it would be like to fly. To feel the wind blow through my hair and to see the city blur under me. To be as free as a bird, as free as a butterfly, and to soar toward the heavens.

     A sharp pain then flashed down my spine, and I gasped out in agony. My friends turned at the sound and noticed me doubled over in pain. I saw their mouths moving, but couldn’t make out the words through the dull ache fogging up my head. A loud tear managed to pierce the fog, and I felt a whisper of the light summer breeze across my back. I saw through my shadow a pair of large wings unfold behind me before two feathery antennae drooped in front of my eyes. The fog began to slowly clear, and the pain in my back reduced to a faint soreness. Was it over?

     “They’re so pretty Neith!” Michiko squeaked, her eyes sparkling as she admired the wings which had newly sprouted from my back.

     “You look like one of the fairies from the movie we watched last week,” Kiko added, also shiny-eyed over my new appendages. A crowd of my classmates was starting to form, and I saw my teacher come over to see what the commotion was about. She sighed in relief when she spotted me, probably glad no one had lost a limb in a quirk-fueled playground squabble.

     Sensei raised her voice slightly to be heard over the oohs and ahhs of my classmate. “Well then Mochizuki-san, I suppose I should go call your parents. They’ll be excited to hear your quirk has manifested.” I smiled at that. At last, I had my quirk.

     I had to go to the nurse’s office before class for “paperwork and a new shirt,” sensei had said, so I made my way down the colourfully painted hallways. As I opened the door, I caught sight of my reflection in the little mirror above the sink. Kiko was right - I did look like a fairy. The large tawny moth wings stretched above my head and looking behind me, I could see they barely reached my knees. I wondered if the same owl-eye pattens that graced papa’s wings were present, but I couldn’t see the inner side of my wings. The two antennae sprouting from my hairline were a similar tawny-brown shade and both about as long as my forearms. I heard the nurse stop in the doorway and turned to face her.

      “Is everything alright miss?” I asked after an uncomfortably long moment. She appeared to snape out of a daze at my voice.

     “Of course dear,” she replied. “Now let’s get started on that paperwork.”

     The school day went by in a blur of happiness and the clatter of things being knocked off shelves and tables by my wings. The dismissal bell couldn’t have come sooner. I said hurried goodbyes to my friends and to sensei and started the journey back home. As I passed the donut shop, I wondered if mama would buy me one to celebrate my quirk manifesting. I skipped along the final few blocks to my house the phantom sweetness of sprinkles and frosting on my tongue. Walking up the winding driveway, I admired the dappled shadows cast by the grand trees flanking it. As I fumbled with my key, I wondered how my parents would react when they saw my wings. Surely they were as excited as me?