I..

I am not imagining things.

It was talking to me.

Okay first I have to calm down...

....

I taste some blood...

WHAT?!

It was the moment I got back into my room, I locked myself in and slumbed down against the floor thinking what just happened but there was really nothing to think about. That quirk was helping me and it also saved me. My quirk was not visible to me myself but I could see other quirks and from what I could tell they could see each other but not mine. As if I was my quirk.

A small thought that came into my mind before I stood up and went to the small mirror I had hanging on my wall. Usually I never looked at it but this time I had to since I coud taste blood and that was never a good sign.

Once I got to the mirror, I saw that my lip was bleeding and that my whole cheek was actually swollen.

Oh great....

What a day...

Honestly why do I had to meet a hero anyways?

I was sick of this but there was not really something I could do against it all. Like my quirk was just my own and as much as I didn't liked it things started to change and I could see it over time. When I was young, I couldn't hear them but now, I could understand them. Then it also took me quiet some time to even realize that when I touch them, the quirk of the person would get actually canceled.

Me: Erasure....

Weird name for this but people will think I am crazy when I tell them that I can see things.

Yeah...

Right...

I am lucky that I am not in a mental hospital.

Let's consider myself either cursed or really lucky.

I guess some good took a liking to me.

Oh well..

I am done with today.

I need some decent sleep.

With that I threw myself into my bed ignroing the banging, screaming or anything else coming from behind my doors. I was just too tired for everything.

~Time skip brought to you by a small green kitten who has no idea who his real father is~

Mother: IZUKU Get out off there!

Sigh...

Can't even really wake up normal as well..

I hate this.

The morning started quite odd since I heard some banging and my adoptive mother screaming for me to get out... which I did. There was not really anything I could do against it and staying in that room was not an option as well.

So I opened up the door and looked at her as well as her quirk. It was looking and leaning on the womans shoulder. The form was quite normal considering what I have seen so far. It was just a black looking shadow who had some flowers around it. 

Me: Yes?

Quirk: Mor.in. .a.ter.

Mother: Pack all your belongings.

Me: Huh?

Mother: You are not staying with us any longer. 

Me: Pardon?

Mother: After what you did, there is no way we will have you one day longer with us.

Quirk: Pro..ct no ...... w..re

Me: What?

Protect no ... what?

This quirks is making no sense and did it say morning earlier to me as well.

Am I going insane or are they really starting to actively talking to me more...

No no...

Think about your situation first!

I am going back to the hell hole!

Shit!

What should I do?

Maybe I should do some chaos...

No.

If I do that people will hate me more.

I have a villainous quirk anyways.

SHIT!

Mother: Are still sleeping? Pack you staff, you getting back to the orphanage.

Me: Yes Mother...

Quirk: No matter where you are.... .. .... .r.t... .o.

Before I could ask what is going more, my mother started leaving but the quirk jumped down from the shoulder and looked at me whlie my mother was leaving. It just bowed to me with more than a 90 degree angel before leaving back at my mothers side.

Me: Am I seeing things?

No matter what was going on, I had to get going and pack my stuff. I knew that these parents were not a joke and I also knew that I could basically run away but was it really an option? Maybe just maybe I could find a job? Then again who would actually pick up a kid like me?

I bwas basically to young to work and then I had to also get a home and everything else. This was definitelly not really possible at all.

Me: *sigh* guess I am going back...

Now closing the door of my room, I went back inside to get my back which belonged to me and all my orginal stuff. The unspoken rule of not taking anything that was bought for me was something I hated sometimes and in this case, I couldn't help but pack in some clothes as well. I mean the clothes which belonged to me where too small and I needed some new ones. All things I had where still from the time I was with my real mother.

They were stuff that I loved.

Stuff that I couldn't bear loosing and stuff that was very precious to me.

Once I was done packing, I went downstairs where they were both waiting for me. The quirks looked ready to murder their owners or so it looked like in my perspective. They did look angry for sure.

Mother: Ready?

Me: Yes...

Father: Bastard, it's better to get rid of you.

Me: ...

Quirk of father: You ... not worthy.

Quirk of mother: Never will .. able .. use ..

Okay...

This is getting strange...

This is really getting soo strange.

I think I need more time to get used to being able to understand them...

*sigh* orphanage... here I come back...