Supernova

Chapter Three - Learn to Control Yourself

"You're late," Aizawa told me when I swung the door open.

"Sorry, sir," I told him indifferently.

"This is for your benefit." His voice was tired, bordering on exhausted. "I get paid either way."

He was kind of a dick when he wanted to be. I found him seated at a small table in the dingy, unused classroom. The entire room was thick with dust, besides the table, chair, and clock on the wall, which must have been brought in for the purpose of the tutoring. In front of him on the table was my student file, the thick one, the one that you needed to sign an NDA to read. He flipped it open as I joined him.

"I have been making my way through this file since I got it, but there's an awful lot in here," he started, patting the papers lightly. I didn't bother looking at what page he'd opened to. I knew it all by heart. "That's some disability you have."

"You get used to it," I told him with a shrug.

"How do you function?" He inquired, surprisingly, with very little judgement.

"My other senses have become enough for me to rely on. They overcompensate," I admitted. "Some things took a while to learn. Eating, grooming, that kind of thing. Facial expressions are the worst. I'm still working on those."

"It's a miracle you can even move, let alone fight at the level you do."

"So I've been told."

"How is it even possible?"

"When I was younger, I learned that if I could see myself and I thought about what I wanted my body to do, it would do it. Now, it happens so fast that I don't even notice it. It's automatic," I said, shrugging again, like it was no big deal. It was an easy thing to pity, and I hated being pitied. "Nobody's been able to figure out how or why it works that way."

"Have you ever experienced any type of sensory stimuli?" He asked. "At all?"

"No," I lied.

I know it's not necessarily the type of thing I should lie about, but trust me, it's not something I get into with teachers. Not anymore. Whatever the consequences of that, I'll take them.

"If you weren't indestructible, you'd likely be dead."

"I definitely would be," I confirmed. I knew that well.

"So, the guess is that if you learn how to turn your indestructibility off, your sensory senses would also become functional?"

"That's the idea."

That's the real reason I'm at this school. It wasn't to be with Momo or to practice my Japanese. It's because a hero with a quirk that erases quirks is the first lead we've had in a while that may be able to teach me how to control mine. The truth is, the indestructibility quirk that my other family members have is supposed to be a quirk that can be turned on and off as needed, and it doesn't typically affect one's ability to feel. I got a special version. Maybe it was being born last or maybe I'm just lucky. Pain, tickle, pressure, cold, hot, sharp, rigid, soft. All words that mean absolutely nothing to me. It doesn't really bother me personally, but my inability to control my quirk is the single greatest problem in my dad's life, and as a result, has become a considerable irritation for me as well.

"Your quirk has never turned off?" Aizawa asked.

"No," I lied again, but only partially. It's never turned off all the way, and I can't control it at all, so that one is justified as well.

"Do you have any idea what might happen when it does?"

"Your guess is as good as mine," I lied again.