Haru exhales, allowing herself some momentary relief. She had planned to tell him earlier, back when she had said that her quirk required touch, literal skin-to-skin contact, for anything to unfold. Despite that, however, she refused to wear gloves. She told herself she would power through; long sweaters and tights would be enough. Clearly it hadn't, given that she's with Akechi discussing her quirk, but the thought had been nice.
Most people didn't pay her much attention, and she liked the feel of metal keys, of their wooden desks, of even pencils held between her fingers to think about additional fabric to separate her from the world.
But he had suggested a curious theory, and like a naive kitten, Haru would tug on those strings until something unravels.
She nods, her expression softening: ] Right. My quirk is all about empathy - about feeling what a person does every time I touch them. Like a living lie detector, I guess? I can demonstrate it again, but if what you experienced yesterday is a first...
[ a dangerous first, given his line of work. No wonder he had been spooked...
Of course, she holds back on some aspects: namely, manipulation, and the few times she had managed to lessen someone's pain through sheer willpower. Haru can't control those. It wouldn't make sense to bring them up, unless again, he had already suspected such a thing. ]
Then I suspect that it may be for the best to hold back for the time being.
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Haru exhales, allowing herself some momentary relief. She had planned to tell him earlier, back when she had said that her quirk required touch, literal skin-to-skin contact, for anything to unfold. Despite that, however, she refused to wear gloves. She told herself she would power through; long sweaters and tights would be enough. Clearly it hadn't, given that she's with Akechi discussing her quirk, but the thought had been nice.
Most people didn't pay her much attention, and she liked the feel of metal keys, of their wooden desks, of even pencils held between her fingers to think about additional fabric to separate her from the world.
But he had suggested a curious theory, and like a naive kitten, Haru would tug on those strings until something unravels.
She nods, her expression softening: ] Right. My quirk is all about empathy - about feeling what a person does every time I touch them. Like a living lie detector, I guess? I can demonstrate it again, but if what you experienced yesterday is a first...
[ a dangerous first, given his line of work. No wonder he had been spooked...
Of course, she holds back on some aspects: namely, manipulation, and the few times she had managed to lessen someone's pain through sheer willpower. Haru can't control those. It wouldn't make sense to bring them up, unless again, he had already suspected such a thing. ]
Then I suspect that it may be for the best to hold back for the time being.