MHA: Harder Better Faster Stronger

The school was closed the next day because of the incident.

I ended up sleeping in way later than usual. When I finally sat up, my body felt… lighter. The stiffness in my shoulders was mostly gone, and when I pressed a hand to my ribs, there was no sharp pain. Even the bruises looked like they were already starting to fade.

Recovery Girl did mention I might have some kind of minor healing Quirk that's boosting my recovery.

I rolled up my sleeve to check the bruises along my arm.

"Okay… she might be right. There is something going on."

Just then, the door creaked open and Mom walked in, holding a small stack of laundry.

"Oh, you're up. How are you feeling?"

"Way better," I said, leaning back against the headboard. "Honestly, I think I'm already healed."

She raised her eyebrows, skeptical.

"Already? That fast?"

She set the laundry on the dresser, then glanced over like she was trying to check for signs of me faking it.

"Yeah. Actually…" I paused. "Has anyone in our family ever had two Quirks?"

Her brows drew in.

"Two?"

She sat down on the edge of the bed, folding her arms.

"No, I don't think so. Not on my side, anyway. Why?"

"Recovery Girl said I might have a minor healing Quirk or something—just enough to explain how fast I'm recovering. She didn't even use her Quirk on me, and I'm already almost fully healed."

Mom frowned slightly, like she was processing it.

"Huh… well, you were a late Quirk bloomer, and your Quirk is quite unique. So, awakening a second Quirk isn't unheard of. Want to go get checked out? See if something new is waking up?"

I shook my head.

"Not yet. I kinda want to wait. It could just be Daft Punk messing with how fast I recover not healing me directly, but maybe speeding things up somehow. I still don't fully understand how it works. I want to test a few things first before we head to the doctor."

She nodded.

"Alright. Just don't push yourself."

"I know."

She looked at me for another second, then softened a little.

"I was going to bring you breakfast in bed, but if you're moving around already... would you rather come eat with us?"

"Yeah," I said. "Let me shower first, then I'll come down."

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Steam fogged up the mirror while I just sat there, letting the heat work into my shoulders. I was relaxing and taking long breaths.

That's when it happened.

The surface of the bathwater shifted, a rippled pattern appeared, and a sudden surge of warmth moved through my body.

As I looked up behind me, faint and blurred by the steam Daft Punk stood there.

I hadn't said anything. No command. But it came out anyway, like it was reacting to that warmth inside me.

I stayed still. Let the water calm. Watched the Stand flicker and fade away on its own.

"What the hell was that?" I muttered.

I needed to figure out what that heat was.

By the time I made it to the kitchen, Mom and Dad were already halfway through their breakfast. Dad looked up over the rim of his coffee cup.

"How was the sleep? Did you have any nightmares?"

I shook my head.

"No, Dad. I'm fine. I got good sleep. And you guys don't have to babysit me anymore you can go to work. I'm good now."

Mom slid a plate across the table toward me.

"Are you sure? We can stay, you know. Since school's closed, we could have a little family bonding day if you want."

"Seriously, I'm good. You don't need to check on me every five seconds." I said 

Dad raised an eyebrow but didn't push it.

"Alright. If you say so."

I sat down and picked at the food for a second before digging in. Everything was back to normal—at least on the surface. Quiet morning. Routine stuff.

But somewhere in the back of my mind, I couldn't stop thinking about the water. The ripples. The way Daft Punk had appeared without a word.

After seeing them off, I stood in the entryway for a second, stretching out my shoulders. The house felt quiet again.

Recovery Girl said no training today. I was technically supposed to rest.

But after what happened in the bath... I couldn't sit still.

I could've watched some movies to pass the time. But something about that moment kept sticking in my head. The ripple in the water. Daft Punk appearing without a command.

So instead of flopping on the couch, I stepped outside and headed for the front garden.

The morning air was warm and quiet, the kind that makes everything feel a little slower. I sat down cross-legged in the grass and shut my eyes.

Let's try this again.

Slow breath in. Hold. Slow breath out. My chest rose and fell with the breathing, steady. The sun warmed my skin. I focused on each breath. On the way it moved through me.

From here—

I focused. Each breath stretched a little longer. In through the nose. Hold. Out through the mouth.

A few cycles in, I felt something.

A warm pulse crawling from my chest, into my arms, out toward my fingers. It didn't burn. It felt like static current under my skin.

Then I opened my eyes.

The small bruise across my arm had started to fade slowly as it healed.

My breath caught for a second.

The warmth I was feeling was gone. And Daft Punk didn't activate either.

...So that wasn't the Stand.

That was me.

As I tried again deep, slow breath in and out, in and out it happened again. I felt sudden warmth throughout my body.

"Okay," I muttered. "So that's new."

I didn't know if it was a second Quirk, or something completely different. But one thing was clear

I was going to figure it out.

[TL:-Hey everyone, Let me know if anything felt off or didn't land right. Open to any thoughts appreciate the feedback.]