So this story is just going to be a series of slice-of-life oneshots pertaining to different people and their quirks, and potential craziness that can occur from their powers. It's mostly from when I think of OC's but don't have enough for an actual story for them. However, I need these out of my brainpan so I can focus on other writings.

Any chapter that focuses on an OC will have a brief description of his/her quirk and any pertinent information. If there's a quirk you'd like to see used in every irresponsible way, whether by an OC or by a canon character, then review to let me know the quirk or character and a prompt (if you want), and I'll try my best!

Characters: Deiji (OC), Kirishima, Kaminari, Sero

Name: Kūki Tukomaru

Quirk: Phasing - The ability to move herself and items through solid objects

When the shrill beeping of her alarm woke her up, Kūki knew it was going to be one of those days when she accidentally phased her hand through the alarm clock to bypass the 'off' button and consequently shorted out the circuitry. Again.

The sound crackled and died out as the bright red numbers, which had previously said 7:00, flickered and vanished. Kūki pressed her face into her pillow and loudly groaned. Her body went limp with the desire to go back to sleep but with a no longer functioning alarm clock, she pushed herself up the moment her blinking eyes started to remain closed.

A cold wooden floor met her bare feet. Kūki walked to her bathroom, scratching the back of her head through a brown bird's nest of tangled hair and phasing her night clothes off as she went. While she let the shower warm up, the nineteen-year-old brushed her teeth with one hand and yanked a brush through her hair with the other.

After a twenty minute shower, she wrapped a fluffy towel around herself. Not for the first time, Kūki imagined how great it would be if she could just phase the water off of her. She tossed on a pair of loose jeans with holes worn into the knees and a black crop top over a pale blue spaghetti strap tank top, coordinated to match her eyes.

Because it was Wednesday, Kūki only had one class to go to at the local university, which was fortunate since she now had to buy a new clock. She pulled on her black tennis shoes and slung a bright, neon orange backpack over her shoulder. Having misplaced her key a few days prior, the brunette made sure her front door was locked before phasing through it.

It was only a short bus ride to campus, and Kūki was quickly running to class when a glance at her phone informed her she was close to being late. Crowded hallways meant she had to phase her way through, an uncomfortable feeling for the other people. Someone once told her it was like a cold mist passing through them that left them feeling nauseous.

Class itself was boring, an introduction to the economic fallouts caused by villain attacks, but she couldn't take a nap. The last time she fell asleep in class, she had fallen through her chair. The moment the bell rang, Kūki tossed her textbook and notebook into her bookbag and left. The door to the bus had just closed when she arrived, despite her hurry, so without missing a beat Kūki jumped and phased past the door. The driver scowled, having seen the blue-eyed college student pull the same trick multiple times before.

Once the fare was paid, she dropped down into a window seat in the front row and set her bag on the seat next to her. It was fairly empty, since at only 9:00am most students were going towards campus instead of away. Pulling up to the stop by the shopping center, Kūki hopped off onto the curb, giving a passing thanks to the driver, who scoffed in return.

Frowning, she stuck her tongue out at the retreating bus. A quick trip to the electronics store got her a new alarm clock, a simple and cheap one since accidentally phasing through and ruining them is an embarrassingly persistent problem.

For the sake of spontaneity, Kūki stopped by the grocery store a few shops down to grab some baking supplies as well as a deli sandwich to save for lunch. After a little finagling, all the plastic bags fit within her backpack, and it wasn't long before she was on her way back to the bus stop. It took standing around in the hot sun for another eighteen minutes before the next bus came around, and the rising heat had sweat beading along her hairline.

The sweet relief of air conditioning once the bus arrived had her sighing, though it made the wall of hot air feel even worse when they arrived at the apartment stop. Kūki headed up to the fourth floor and phased through her door. After pulling out the groceries, leaving most of them out since she planned to use them soon, the phaser went to set up her new clock. She also picked up the pajamas that she'd earlier left on the floor and tossed them in a hamper.

Even though it was kind of early for lunch, Kūki went ahead and started munching on her turkey sub since she hadn't eaten breakfast. It was gone within a few bites and then she went to fix her chocolate craving by way of homemade brownies. She preheated the oven and tossed everything into a mixing bowl.

By the time the oven beeped to signify reaching the correct temperature, more than a few taste testing licks had been enjoyed. It was a little extra work, but brownies from scratch were by far superior to any store bought kind. Kūki had a disposable aluminum pan that she poured the thick, chocolatey mixture into. Next, she slid it onto the oven rack and set a timer.

To kill time, Kūki got out her economics textbook and some paper. She had an essay due in a week and preferred not to wait until the night before. While writing down some brainstorming ideas, the sweet brownie smell started to soak the kitchen air, making it harder to focus on boring school work.

The oven dinged as she was writing a basic outline detailing how agencies should take more financial responsibility for damages caused by their hired heroes. Dropping the pencil to let it roll against the spiral spine of the notebook, Kūki got up to turn the oven off and slide on her flowery oven mitts. A wave of heat and deliciousness hit her face when the oven door opened.

Kūki lifted up the tray of brownies and breathed deep, moaning in satisfaction. Turning in order to place it on an insulated mat on the counter, she lost her balance while lifting the oven door closed with her foot. To avoid slamming into the hard ledge, Kūki instinctively phased. Thankfully she only went through the counter and not the floor, so she was able to quickly stand up. She shivered at the sensation of passing through the surface and went to once again set down the brownies only to realize that her hands were empty.

Blinking her blue eyes at the empty space in between her hands, one of which was also now missing its oven mitt, she stood in a confused dazed before lowering her head at the floor.

"Ah crap." Kūki ripped off the remaining mitt and tossed it on the counter. Holding back a resigned sigh, the young woman kneeled on her kitchen floor and phased her head through to take a quick look at the apartment below her.

The kitchen was messier than hers. From her ceiling viewpoint, she quickly saw the upside down aluminum tray on the floor with scattered bits of brownie around. It looked as though when it fell from her apartment, it hit the edge of this person's counter, where she saw her mitt had landed, and toppled to the ground. What drew her attention, however, was the guy with spiky red hair standing over the accident.

He scratched his head and glanced a confused look upward to see Kūki's blushing face staring back. Quickly pulling up, she groaned. Resigned to go down there, she put her shoes on and phased through the front door so that she could quickly go down the nearby stairs to the lower level.

It was only moments after she knocked on the door that it opened. The red eyed boy staring back was several inches taller and looked as though he was struggling between confusion and humor.

"I am so sorry," she said, bowing her head. "I was baking and I lost my balance and I accidentally phased through the floor." Grimacing, Kūki looked up at him and was relieved when he took pity on her and grinned, showing off a row of sharpened teeth.

"Don't worry about it. Wanna come in?" Stepping back to let her in, she muttered a thanks.

"I'm Kūki Tukomaru," she introduced herself, "and as you probably noticed, I live right above you." The brownie pan had been picked up with most of the crumbled treat piled within and now it sat on the kitchen counter next to her brightly colored oven mitt.

"Kirishima."

"Please allow me to clean up my mess!" Kūki insisted, looking over at Kirishima. Her neighbor was leaning against the opposite wall and wiping his hands on his basketball shorts.

"Nah, I've taken care of it. Might be the first time I swept up in here since I moved in, so you may have actually done me a favor," he laughed. The tenseness slowly left Kūki's shoulders in the face of his easy going attitude. When her eyes landed back on her destroyed baked goods, he added, "I wouldn't recommend eating those now, though."

A closer look showed bits of dirt, strands of bright red hair, and pieces of who-knows-what amidst the still warm baked goods.

"Ah crap," she groaned, pressing a hand to her face. Sucking at her teeth, Kūki gave a wry smile. "Alright, well thanks for not being a jerk about this." She picked up her mitt and the tray, the brownies keeping the aluminum warm against her arms, and went to the door, Kirishima following along behind.

He blinked when she didn't open the door, instead walking straight through, and poked her head back through to say, "Nice meeting you, Kirishima!" Then she was gone.

Back upstairs, Kūki trashed the ruined batch and decided to bake another. This one was successfully mixed, cooked, and removed without another phasing incident. Taking a moment to glance downwards, she grab a zip-lock bag from her pantry and, once cooled, cut several pieces out and sealed them within the baggy.

Taking a look through the floor showed that her handsome neighbor wasn't in his kitchen. Kūki tossed the brownie gift onto his counter before returning fully back to her own kitchen and the essay homework she had abandoned earlier.

When Kūki came back from classes the next day, there was a note on her door saying thanks for the brownies and that they were delicious.

Which they were. Scratch brownies are far superior, plus she had added extra fudge into the second batch.

~I~

It became a tradition whenever she baked to phase some down to Kirishima, not that she baked all that often, and he usually left a thank you note as it was apparently the "manly" thing to do. This was the gist of their neighborly relationship for a couple months until she received the call.

On a Saturday morning, the moment Kūki put away her phone she was running around her home. From her living room, she snatched a beaten up, red beanbag chair. Phasing just her head through the floor, she glanced about until she saw the familiar red head, overlooking the two other visitors sitting on his couch.

"Kirishima!" she called, causing him to face her, worried for her frantic tone. "I'm borrowing your living room."

"Wait, what-" he started to ask, but she had already disappeared back through the floor. Kirishima glanced at his friends until a beanbag chair dropped from above, landing with a soft thud. Next came bottles wrapped in t-shirts, strategically landing on the soft red chair and a couple small boxes.

The three guys crowded around the pile that had gathered once it seemed like nothing else was going to come down. As they were unwrapping the shirts from the bottles, which ranged from semi-sweet red wine to vodka and gin, a woman's head appeared again in the ceiling.

Her hair fell down past her, and she narrowed her eyes at the boys.

"That's not for you to drink," she warned. Her gaze looked over to a box of condoms, and she added, "and those are not for you to use."

"So why are you dropping these down here?" asked the boy with blond hair and golden eyes before turning to Kirishima. "Dude, do you even know her?"

"That's my neighbor, Kūki. The one who gives me brownies all the time."

"Great, great, listen my parents are dropping by for a surprise visit, and they're super snoopy so I have to hide this stuff before they get here." Eyes wide and pouting lips, Kūki gave the saddest puppy dog eyes she could to plead with Kirishima, not that he could do much since all her stuff was already on his floor.

He pretended to think before giving her a thumbs up. "It's cool. Most of it should still be here later," he joked, to which Kūki playfully narrowed her eyes and pointed from her eyes to his in the universal gesture for "I'm watching you" as she slowly raised herself back up through the ceiling.

The parental visit went painlessly, since they could continue to pretend that she was a virgin who didn't drink. By the time they were gone, it was almost dinner time, and she swore that she needed a drink. Not that anything was wrong, but sometimes a girl needed a drink after spending several hours alone with her parents. Unfortunately, she no longer had any alcohol in her apartment.

Kūki decided to surprise her downstairs neighbor by phasing right through the floor and crash landing on the empty spot on his couch, right between the blond and the black haired boy she'd seen earlier.

"Hey boys," Kūki greeted, grinning at their wide eyed looks. "Call me Kūki, the kooky girl from the ceiling."

"I'm Kaminari," the blond replied from her left, smirking. "Can I buy you dinner sometime?"

"You're precious." She teasingly pinched his cheek, laughing when the charming smirk dropped, and turned to the boy seated to her right. "And you are?"

"Sero." He held out his hand to shake, and Kūki marvelled at the cylindrical shape of his elbows that must be involved with his quirk.

An explosion from the tv snagged their attention when the boys suddenly remembered the game they had been playing before her appearance.

"What's up? You guys lose already?" In from the kitchen walked Kirishima with three bottles of beer. Kūki playfully waved.

"Ditch the weak stuff," she said. Making Kaminari nervous with the mischievous smirk she gave him, he yelped when she suddenly phased through him to get to the pile of liquor bottles that she couldn't believe remained mostly untouched. Kūki pulled out a bottle of vodka.

"Don't ever do that again!" Kaminari was uncomfortably frozen from feeling another person ghost him, Sero gave her a matching grin, and Kirishima laughed, having grown used to who she is.

"Come on, boys. The more we celebrate, the less I have to lug back upstairs."

Each chapter will be its own little story. I love seeing magic powers used in day-to-day life and felt like writing some of it when it pops in my mind.

I hope this got a chuckle out of you.

Some OCs may make cameos in other chapters, but these are just drabbles to see what crazy things kids with superpowers get into.