Taking Ren's Quirk had been a mistake.
Or maybe it had been fate. The second he'd touched Ren's hardened fingers, a strange thread had connected them—something like a puzzle piece sliding into place.
Then, just as quickly, he'd given it back.But the power didn't leave him completely.
It lingered.
Like a spark refusing to die.
Alone with the Power
Kael sat on the floor, backs against the cold wall. His breath steadying. He closed his eyes and reached inside himself. The space was dark at first.Then a soft glow. A pulse. A whisper. He imagined the feel of Ren's Quirk—the smooth hardness, the cold shine.
His fingers twitched.
A faint shimmer bloomed over his right index finger. Just a sliver. A shard of glass. It was fragile.Unstable. But it was there.
Trial One
He tried to hold the shimmer. But it flickered and vanished. A dull ache pulsed at his fingertip. Kael bit his lip. "You have to learn to keep it," he whispered to himself. "Or it'll slip away."
He opened his palm wider. This time, the shimmer spread. Slowly. Carefully. Like frost crawling over a window.
Trial Two
Kael stood, facing the empty room.
His hand glowed faintly.
He flexed his fingers.
The glass hardened more—edges sharp, brittle, but real.
He swung his arm through the air, imagining cutting through a target.
His wrist protested, a sharp sting.
He stopped.
His body wasn't ready.
He sank back to the floor.
A Small Victory
He closed his eyes and tried to release the Quirk.
The shimmer faded.
His fingers softened.
The ache in his wrist eased.
He smiled faintly.
For the first time, Kael felt the balance in his power.
The quiet space between taking and giving.
Between control and chaos.
A Promise
Kael's voice was barely a whisper.
"I won't lose control."
Not now. Not ever.
He was just a kid. But he carried a power that could change everything. And he would learn to wield it—one shard at a time.