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Wake up, roll out of bed, barely make it through your morning routine, go to work, go home.
Every day passed like this for you ever since you'd finished high school. Your mom had passed about two years ago, an accident at work when a villain attacked. Apparently, the heroes weren’t paying enough attention and some debris had fallen and… well, you didn’t want to think about that right now. You were given “compensation,” for your loss, as if any sort of money could bring her back or fix their massive fuck up.
Loss wasn’t anything new to you though. Your dad had passed when you were 5, the loved small time hero Compass Kid. From what you can remember he was nice. He loved you and you were all happy… once. But that was a long time ago and this was now.
A sharp voice breaks your muddled thoughts, “Y/N, if you don’t pick up the pace you're gonna have to stay late and I’m not paying you overtime because you can’t motivate yourself.” Your boss appeared in the doorway giving you a hard glare. “Sorry, Kuba-san… I’ll make sure to go faster.” You looked down, ashamed of getting caught up in your daydreams. You waited to look up until you knew your boss has stepped away to harass the next housekeeper and picked up the pace, less thoroughly scrubbing the tub and sink. It's not like Kuba would care as long as the work was done.
It’s been a little over a year that you’ve been working in this hotel and no, it wasn’t the best job in the world, but finding a job with just a high school education and no references was nearly impossible. The rest of the day passed quickly and you were able to finish the list of rooms just by the end of your shift. Coming in so early was a blessing and a curse in that waking up was a nightmare but having the rest of the day to fuck around on your computer at home… well it more than made up for it.
Your mind wandered as you walked casually through Kamino to your cheap, run down studio apartment. Music and news articles distracting you as you made your way back home. Oblivious, you didn’t notice a pair of turquoise eyes watching you scroll through your phone as you punch the code to your building, disappearing into the relative safety of the structure.
The man eventually pushes off from the building he has been leaning on in the alley and pulls his hood over his head before vanishing into the crowd.
Once you stepped through your door and into your apartment, you quickly took off your shoes and stripped down to just your underwear. You replaced your work uniform with an oversized t-shirt, some underground band whose show you’d seen years back.
You could finally relax.
You booted up your laptop and popped the leftover stir fry in the microwave. Collapsing on your bed, you opened up your browser and quickly login to the quirk forums. Seven replies and two friend requests. You save the replies for later and jump to the friend requests. You recognize the names from a few of your interactions, GamerShig45 and StaineysWifeyxox. A couple of clicks later and the friend requests have been accepted! It wasn’t unusual for you to get requests from people in the forums. Discussions could get pretty personal and go on for days. It was refreshing to talk with people who felt the same way as you and who weren’t always idolizing hero culture. A lot of the users you’ve talked to in forums and private message felt that too much attention and leeway was given. Let’s be honest… if hero’s had the repercussions of regular citizens your mom wouldn’t have… You shake your head and begin to scroll through post replies. Mostly just users agreeing or supporting arguments, a couple of creeps trying to white knight their way into someone’s pants.
As you’re scrolling you notice a new message pop into your inbox.
GamerShig45: Hey, you’re RecklessDisclosure, the one who always posts about hating heroes and stuff… right?
RecklessDisclosure: Um yeah… and other things. Freedom of non-disclosure of quirks, regulations for heroes and increasing accountability of heroes… why?
GamerShig45: Right… well I’ve been reading a lot of your posts lately and we may have similar perspectives on things. My group and I, we meet pretty regularly at cafe in Kamino. You should join us some time.
RecklessDisclosure: Oh! That’s super nice of you but… I’m not sure I would feel comfortable. I don’t really know you and IRL stuff would be crazy risky.
GamerShig45: That’s cool just thought I’d ask. So… what’s your quirk?
The conversation goes on for another three hours back and forth. You talk about your quirk, “Disclosure,” you called it. You could touch a person and force them to divulge a secret. You couldn’t choose what secret was shared but that didn’t matter… most everyone just avoided you anyway. They all thought you would use your quirk on them. You tried to tell them you could control it and that you’d never do that to someone, but it didn’t matter. You’d stopped trying after that. GamerShig45 was surprisingly easy to talk to and you found yourself lost in the conversation. You glanced at the time on your laptop and realized how much time had passed…
RecklessDisclosure: Oh my god! I can’t believe it’s already been like… three hours.
GamerShig45: lol yeah. Do you have work or something?
RecklessDisclosure: No I’m just surprised is all. I actually work super early in the morning so it leaves me all day to do what I want. It was actually pretty cool talking to you.
GamerShig45: Yeah same…. Look I promise not to pressure you or anything but if you ever change your mind about meeting up with my group I’ll send you the info.
RecklessDisclosure: Thanks… really. I need to get some laundry done so I’ve gotta run but… maybe we can talk another time?
GamerShig45: Yeah sure.
Outside your window was starting to get dark. You’d originally meant to do laundry sooner but the conversation with GamerShig completely distracted you and now you were going to have to walk to the laundromat in the dark. Thinking about your boss bitching you out for wearing a dirty uniform made you anxious so the decision was made. You gathered your small bag of dirty clothes, plugged in one side of your headphones and strode out the building into the darkening streets. It’s not like the laundromat was that far anyway.