i keep thinking about young touya using his little computer desk at home to constantly research fire quirks, because he’s not allowed to train and he has no interest in school clubs, so he has to fill his time between secret training sessions or he’ll go stir crazy. trying to find any useful information he can that will help him train and coming up dry, constantly -- there’s not much literature on cases like his.
it leads to him hanging out in internet cafes and libraries after he runs away from the children's hospital, slogging his way through medical texts and quirk theory and quirk biology to try to understand why his body is failing him. it’s too advanced for a sixteen year old, for a seventeen year old, for a teenage boy who hasn’t had any education past middle school. he has to divert constantly and teach himself foundational knowledge so he can loop back to things he think might really help him, but he keeps pushing because he just wants to understand. he wants to know why he was made wrong. he wants to know how to fix it.
if he can fix it, he can prove that he deserves to have been born.
