1: Very Quirky

I always thought of my quirk as a blessing. It was strong. So strong, that it change the course of the universe, the galaxy, everything! At first glance, my quirk seemed descent, not hero material, but definitely something that people would be jealous of. I figured out as I got older the true power I possessed and that, to put it simply, my power had no limit. I could change the world for the better, I could end world huger and make everyone live in peace. I could also destroy it. Rip it apart, tear it to shreds. I could end everything. So I chose to save it. What other choice did I have?