What My Quirk Novels & Stories

What do I do if they asks me what the fruit looks like? I don't want to tell everyone about my analysis skill, it's not about selfishness, it's more about survival. I still don't quite understand this thing about skills and I'm at a clear numerical and strength disadvantage. Well, in the worst case I can say that I just recovered part of my memory. I finally decide to ask Hiraku to go up, he has way more health points than me and the risk is lower. "Hiraku, do you think you can climb up if Bob picks you up?"

he grins. Something tells me Trick does things on his own timetable and when he wants to shoot the shit, they talk all day. I wonder how I'm going to get in the apartment, but I don't want to come right out and ask. It seems forward, and I don't want to scare him off. "What does shooting the shit mean?" Riley pipes up from where she's sitting in front of me. "How can you put poo in a gun?"

Deciding silence was the better option, she waited for her turn. When it came, she tumbled into the room, nearly tripping over the threshold. Mr. Bradley, perched behind his desk with his usual ridiculous reading glasses balanced at the tip of his nose, greeted her with an amused smirk. "Please come in, young man," he said, sipping his tea. "Thank you, sir," she rumbled, adopting her best “manly” voice. "And your name?" "My name? I’m… uh… Patrick. Patrick Smith, sir."

"You idiot Quinlee! maybe he thought that you were the pillow he hugged last night! I whispered to myself and I slapped my face. > < ZIK'S POV I used to hug my pillow often when I go to sleep because I find it more comfortable. so, I was surprise when I heard a shout coming from my pillow. "Uhm...wait! How come that my pillow learns to talk? It is just a pillow and not a human being. Tss." I said at the back of my mind and still have no plans to wake up when suddenly someone kick my ass and seconds after I found myself on the floor. >_< . . . "The F*ck!?" I gave her a death glare. "What the f*ck did you do?!" I asked in anger. "Eh, what the fuck are you doing !? Eh, you're the one who's so c

Since quid was a 'space currency' currently its unit value equals 10 USD. Creed always wanted to attend these events, but he never had that much money. Though he still highly doubted if she could really get him inside. He still asked. Much to his expectations, he got the chance to learn from people who were the cream of the crop. After his conversation with Mira ended, he packed all his stuff and left the military quarters. Since he got the legal license from the military, he could leave and enter the glitch whenever he wanted.

“It feels like you always know things about me, do you have some sort of way to tell my emotions? Or smell my pheromones even with my scent patch on?…” It’s like once I start, I can’t stop the questions from pouring out. There are so many weird discrepancies in Miyamura’s physiology that I disregarded because I felt I didn’t have the right to ask. But now that I have a bit more leeway with him— I’m going to ask about everything I can. “And your grip too! What exactly are your bones made of? How much can you lift? Can you bend iron? Can you lift a car? Can you crush one?…how— ”.

I said, trying to act calm. He shrugged. “Uncle Qing is cool. I want my daddy to be like him.” A blow. That was something I was never going to forget.