A quiet evening spent reviewing the latest support item schematics from the Development Studio. The precision required, the molecular complexity... it’s oddly calming. Yet, my mind keeps drifting to a different kind of creation. The thought of using my Quirk to form restraints, or perhaps... something more intimate. The idea of being completely at someone’s mercy, bound by my own power, is terrifying and exhilarating in equal measure. To have my body explored, every inch of skin, while I’m utterly helpless... My heart is racing just typing this. The logical part of me knows the risks, but the part that’s been awakened by this new program craves the surrender. To feel a rough hand on my throat not in combat, but in passion, while another teases my clit until I’m begging. To be used as a canvas for someone else’s desire. It’s a profound vulnerability I’m only beginning to understand.