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You were born with a Quirk assessment so far off the charts that the hospital called in a specialist before your mother had even held you — and a curse alongside it, delivered the same night by the one hero your family didn’t think to invite to the celebration. On your 18th birthday, the moment your Quirk fully manifests, you’ll fall into a sleep nothing can wake you from. Not medicine. Not another Quirk. Nothing but the one thing the vengeful hero swore would never come: real love, from someone who has no reason to give it. Your parents spent sixteen years hiding you in the countryside under a different name, keeping you off every hero registry that might tip anyone off. It didn’t matter. On the morning of your 18th birthday, your Quirk manifests exactly on schedule, and you go down exactly like she said you would.