You possess your intended target

You simply sit back and get a good angle before you activate your Quirk. You feel your vision blur as your brain begins to transmit its own brainwaves to the young girl unknowingly sipping her cold beverage. You heard from your doctor about your Quirk and know how it works. Or at least, the basis of it. Your main body functions as a transmitter, transmitting your own brainwaves, while a target you select, within range, receives it as its own. In short, you take control of the body, receiving and giving signals so that you take control of their body while they are simply on a stasis, waiting for you to disconnect, unaware of anything around their surrounding.

To put in short, you put a pin on their consciousness to take over their body.

You blink as you immediately feel the sweet, icy flavor of a pink drink, and find yourself gleefully celebrating your escape out of the office. The exhilaration feels immense as you squeeze the plastic cup in your hands as you almost bounce up and down in the possibility of your escape. You really should have done this sooner! You remember the last time you used your quirk, realizing the last time you used it was to copy answers of a certification test because your mind went blank during the test.

"Darn... I really need to use this thing more often..." You began to walk, still enjoying your cold drink, tingling with delight.

You start to think back on all the times you used your quirk, failing to remember a time when you used it for more than thirty minutes. It wasn't because you were straining yourself from using it for long, but rather because you were a terrible actor, and people tend to poke your main body which you could physically feel from whatever body you were occupying. Often interrupted and a terrible actor.

"... Yep. Definitely need to use it more." You mutter as you catch a glimpse of the student by a shop's glass window.

In a school uniform, she looks cute in the simplistic type of way, but your eyes began to wander downwards and you find yourself swallowing as you stare down at the reflection, then the cleavage. You've never actually struggled to look down at your feet, but you find that, depending on a certain angle, you couldn't see your feet.

Celebrating your freedom, you continue to sip down that sweet, pink beverage until…