Going to the Doctor.

[First Person POV]

My family knew that the accident was caused by me. I could see my mother whispering to my father as we drove to the doctors office. Overhearing somethings it turns out that my mother knew it was me that created this mess.

My mother with her quirk created a link with me to her. Her quirk lets her set an effect in her surrounding or people. She set an effect on herself to give her a shiver as a reaction if my quirk manifest.

Heroes passed by rushing to the people in the streets. The hospitals were starting to overcrowd and medics due to the situation were starting to use the streets. The news reporters took a snack of the situation. Turning and theorizing that the villains were behind this. The headline were as follows 'Terrorist attack by the Villains. What will the Heroes do?'

Meanwhile we arrived at the doctors office. A place to get my quirk situated. The place was filled with dread. The walls heavily concreted and chipped. It looked like a goddamn place to die. My mother hand in mine led me to inside. The foyer of the place was white and clean. Too clean, too sterile and too shady. Usually in hospitals there would be some resemblance of uncleanliness, however this place was too clean. My father got situated and talked to the clerk while my mother and I sat down.

Plant pots filled the corners of the lifeless room. Only one doctor was here apparently. A Dr. Kyudai Garaki. Moments later we were ushered into a room.

Sitting there was a character I knew. A chubby middle aged old man with a bald spot. He has opaque glasses that I couldn't see out of. His hands folded mischievously. "Well, you are here to see if your son has a quirk?" Dr. Garaki said, his eyes lasered onto me.

"We are, Dr. Garaki, we know the procedure, we got our quirks before, we know how this goes." My father said hurriedly. Wanting to see if I have a quirk or not. My current father was a good one, a nice father, however he is too caring. To the point of being too overbearing.

The Doctor quickly booted my parents outside. "Let's proceed shall we?" He commanded. I knew how this goes. And so, preparing a few tests he carefully put his hands behind my back. "It's time to start."

After the tests he was able to discern something from his computer. And his eyes became devilish. Dr. Garaki would steal my quirk. 'God, why.' I thought praying that my short life wouldn't end with me being a Nomu. As we was inserting a device, a power swirled in me. Uncontrolled and dangerous. My hands started to turn partially green. My head shaping into a little bit like a skull. My body started to broke the needle. I cried loudly, reaching an impossible volume for a child. The doctor pushed a button and escaped from the room as my parents barged in. 'What is my quirk?' I thought.

A week after the incident we went to another doctor. He was a tiny man with a heavy German accent in Japan. He was able to see that I did have a quirk without needing to kick my parents out of the room. It was to create effects around me or on myself. And those effects would be of deadly to those affected. I was given the chance to name my quirk.

My quirk officially is known as Anomaly.