Blanket transference [wholesome/mixed]

(Author’s note, I’ve decided to redo the whole story, cuz I felt like it wasn’t as good as I wanted it to be)

I always had a love of blankets, as far back as anyone could remember. When I was born I cried like normal, until they swaddled me in a blanket, then I just.. stopped. My dad told me that I looked at him, and he felt like I was staring into his mind, watching his thoughts move.

Whenever I had a tantrum my parents could just wrap me in a blanket and I would go blank, silent. They didn’t do that too often.

My parents, who were at this point very worried, had me tested, I was seemingly normal, maybe A little underdeveloped, but that wasn’t the issue it was my quirk:

Blanket transference, it allowed me to store emotions in most forms of cloth covering, it had manifested extraordinarily fast, likely activated while I was still in the womb. The blankets would also impart the emotion into anyone who wore them, this was discovered when my cousin took my favorite blanket, they took weeks to recover.

Anyways, I had decided from an early age to store all the emotion I could, in service of this goal, I partitioned my blankets, one was happy , one was sad, one anger, an anxiety, a calm, and so on. Of course this also accidentally conditioned me to be happy, sad and so on, depending on my blanket, witch only let me store more emotion.

Then I hit adolescence and discovered a new emotion: lust, I of course stored this one too, and somehow avoided discovering masturbation entirely

By my eighteenth birthday, thanks to constant use my quirk had become incredibly powerful and I had gotten top marks thanks to avoiding unnecessary emotions. I was a little socially stunted but, whatever.