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Hi, I'm Kaityn, but my friends just call me Kai. I’m 16 years old, and a second year student at UA High. My dads are Shota Aizawa and Hizashi Yamada, or Eraserhead and Present Mic. I was born using Love Childs Quirk, which is basically magic. I mean seriously, she can help same sex or infertile couples have a baby, as long as they stay in love. If they fall out of love, the child dies. But still, magic.
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I was born Quirkless. Until I was 13, I hated myself. I mean, I was the daughter of two amazing Proheros, and I was Quirkless. How messed up could the universe be? But everything changed one winter afternoon when I was 13. It was my third year of Junior High, and everything was pretty normal, until I decided to walk home rather than take the bus. That’s when things took a turn for the worse.
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I was walking past the stairs to an old temple when I heard something rustling and fussing in the bushes off the path. Now, I'm a very curious person by nature, but I’m not inherently stupid. So, I did the smartest thing I could think of at the time, I text my papa. I sent him my location and what I was doing, and then I went exploring. I walked for probably five minutes or so before I found what was causing all the fuss. A black rabbit was caught in a snare, and from the looks of it, had been for a while. When I knelt down to help it loose, something large and heavy connected with the back of my head, and the last thing I remember was the rabbit vanishing and cruel laughter from behind me, before everything went black.
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I didn’t know how long I was unconscious for, but when I came to, I was hardly dressed and freezing. It was dark, my arms were tied above my head, and my mouth was forced open way too wide around a gag of some sort. I was terrified. After sometime, there was loud metal screeching sound, and light flooded the room I was in. After the light stopped stabbing through my head, I looked at my captors. Three men, big and burly. One, small and bookish looking. One of the big men had another girl slung over his shoulder. She was awake and fighting, but to little avail. The man holding her threw her on the ground opposite me, before stringing her up as well.
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The smaller man, who I was beginning to guess was the boss, started barking orders to the other men. What happened after that is too horrible to tell. The other girl, who I later learned was a classmate of mine, and I spent eight months in that hell. Broken, bloodied, and certain we would never see freedom again. Until one day, something in me snapped.
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It was the small man today, he was torturing my classmate, and forcing me to watch. After months and hours of hearing her scream, and screaming with her, I finally lost control. The ice that the man had stuck me to the wall with shattered, and I was free. I screamed and ice flew everywhere. The man turned to me, probably to take his whip to my skin instead of hers, but he never made it more than a step. Acting on pure instinct, I flung my hands toward him, and ice sprang from the air and imbedded itself into him. Over and over again, until he stopped twitching. The ice holding my classmate to the wall shattered, and suddenly we were both free. I stumbled to her, grabbing her arm and dragging us both out of that hellhole.
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I’m not sure how far we walked, but finally we reached a gas station. We were both on the verge of passing out, but managed to make it inside before losing our tenuous grip on the waking world.
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When I woke up again, I was in a hospital. Everything hurt, but I was alive. I looked around the small room, and found my dads sitting in the chairs next to my bed. I must have made some sort of noise, because before I could even blink, my dad was on his feet right beside me. When they asked what happened to me, to my classmate, whose name I later learned was Tamiya Akiyama, I couldn’t tell them. I couldn’t relieve those last eight months, not even to my Dads.
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I was released three weeks later, but before going home I had to see Akiyama. I had to know that she was safe, and that I hadn’t damned my soul for nothing. When we got to her room, the only thing she said to me was that I was a monster and a murderer. My dads asked me what she meant after we left her room. When I told them about our last day in that hell, my ever stoic Dad started crying, before telling me that I wasn’t a monster, that I had done what had to be done to save us both.
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The train ride home was exhausting. Our faces had been plastered on every news outlet, magazine and web article that they could think of, so people were asking a lot of questions. By the time we made it home, even my Papa, who loves the spotlight, was grouchy and exhausted by everyone.
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The next week, my dads tell me that they want me to go to UA High. Get proper training for my new quirk, even though we have no idea what it is yet. I tell them I’ll try. But I’m scared. I’ve only used my new quirk four times, and all of them have been unintentional.
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Ten months goes by. I’ve learned more about my Quirk, and what it can do. We call it Chameleon, because I can basically take other peoples quirks and use them as my own. I’ve healed some. I no longer panic when I’m alone in the dark, I’ve started going back to classes, and I'm seeing a therapist three times a week. I still don’t know if I’m ready for UA High, but at least I can try now without falling into a panic attack. Or I hope at least.