AUTHOR'S NOTES:

"text all italicized" is supposed to be someone's thoughts

[text] is supposed to be sound effects/dialogue coming from electronic devices


For as long as Kiriyama Ken can remember, he's always been seen as someone weak. Maybe it was the fact that his quirk was useless. So useless in fact that it wouldn't have made a difference if he had a quirk or not. His quirk made his blood taste sweet. Well, that's what he wanted everyone to think...


It was an unusually quiet night with gray clouds that blocked the moon from being seen by the people of Musutafu, Japan. A tall, stocky man with dirty blond hair, wearing a stained white t-shirt and khaki shorts. was walking home from the convenience store after buying a pack of cigarettes and a six pack of beer. The man stopped at a street light with no signs of life around and reached into the plastic bag and took out the pack of cigarettes. His shaking hand opened the box and placed a cigarette in his mouth. The man reached into his pocket and fails to find his lighter. It seemed like he had left it back at home and the man let out a deep groan.

"Forgetting something?" said a voice that came from behind the irritated man. A young man the same height he is, in his teens takes a step forward revealing messy, jet black hair that almost covers his dark brown eyes. The teen was holding a red lighter in his right hand. He was wearing a black, plain t-shirt that seemed a size too big for him, dark blue jeans, and white tennis shoes with black shoelaces. His t-shirt revealed his arms that are covered with scars which made the other man slightly anxious.

"Yeah, I left my lighter back home, can ya lend me yours kid?" asked the significantly older man.

"Sure you can, 'Pufferfish'..." answered the young man as his lips curl into a smug smile. The older man's eyes widened and put his guard up.

"How did y-" the man was cut off as the teen tosses his red lighter to him. The man was distracted and before he knew it he was on the floor with a head wound and blood slowly dripping down the side of his head thanks to the teen quickly sweeping his legs and the man's head slamming down on the concrete sidewalk.

"Armed robbery, assault, blah blah blah... Not really here to list some shitty yakuza's crimes, just here to deliver out some good old vigilante justice and collect some info." stated the teen. He pulls out a knife from his pocket and pricks his right pointer finger. Blood began to ooze out of his finger and he gestures a gun at the man lying on the floor with his bleeding hand.

"I look pretty foolish, right? But you're not a complete moron, so you know that I'm not just giving you some embarrassing gesture for no reason..." the black haired teen said, his lips curl into a smile and he continues, "My quirk is pretty dangerous, I advice you to not make a wrong move or you're gonna end up bleeding out on this cold, dirty sidewalk."

"If the boss finds out about this, he's gonna get that guy to separate your smirkin' face from the rest of yer body!" nervously threatened the man as he laid still, taking the teen's advice.

"I'd like to see him try, now shut your mouth and listen to me" the teen told him using a harsher tone. "First off, you're a part of a group of yakuza, well probably the only relevant organization right? Apparently your boss isn't doing too well... cause All for One is still the kingpin of the underworld, right? And he's holding an iron grip to the underworld, no one has any impact except himself and his goons." The raven-haired teen inhaled the warm air and exhaled,

"I need info on those goons... and that guy that you mentioned earlier sounded interesting too" the blond yakuza lying down on the floor gulped and replied,

"Word in the underworld is that there's a villain group forming, this one ugly ass creep... uh Shigaraki or whatever they call him is sort of like a protege or successor to All for One and he's the main man in charge of formin' the damn thing. And that guy I mentioned before..." the yakuza stopped fear showing in his eyes as if he remembered something that caused him to stop blabbering.

"Spit it out or I'm shooting your leg, asshole!" the teen commanded.

"I-I-I can't! I'll be killed! No! It's gonna be worse, he's gonna remove my limbs and restore it... then remove them again and restore it once more... over and over and over until death begins to look like a good option and I end up beggin' for it! I'd rather die right now by yer hands than get tortured by that monster for snitchin' on him!" the blond was getting frantic and the teen decided to shoot the man's left calf and ruthlessly gave him a punt to the head. The yakuza was knocked out cold and the black-haired teen sighed.

"A villain group and some monstrous yakuza? Too much for me to handle... this'd be a great time to actually have friends...Not that I'd actually tell them about what I do on my free time..." the young man whispered to himself. "No evidence" thought the teen, as a few drops of blood rises from the hole in the unconscious man's left calf and it returned to the small cut on the black-haired boy's right index finger. The teen put the finger inside his mouth to lick the blood off and to cover the cut in his saliva. He then patted the man down to check for his phone. He tore out a piece of the older man's shirt and used it to cover his hand to take the phone out and call the police, being extra cautious of his fingerprints.

[This is 110, what's your emergency?]

[Yes, there's a man unconscious next to a streetlight at xxxx and xxxx street, near the convenience store. It's the wanted criminal, 'Pufferfish']

[Sir, can you give us your na-] the call ended as the teen hung up and dropped the phone on the concrete, not caring what happened to it. "Time to leave undetected like always" thought the teen as he began to make his escape oblivious to the fact that he was being watched... watched by someone who also targeted the yakuza. Though, the motives for targeting him were... very different. After the teen disappeared, another teen about the same age as him walked up to the blond's unconscious body...

"I can't believe someone targeted you too!" the strange teen said. The blonde-haired girl's lips curved to a big grin and continued, "All those scars on his arms looked really cute though~!" The girl pulled out a needle connected to a cannister, "I'm sticking it in..." she said before stabbing the unconscious yakuza's neck and drained the man's blood, slowly filling up the cannister.


"Kiriyama-kun, please raise your head and pay attention" an irritated teacher wearing glasses with three lenses which suited his three eyes said. The student rose up from an uncomfortable nap he took during the mind-numbing lesson.

"Sorry" said Kiriyama, giving the teacher a smile while playing with a strand of his messy, jet-black hair.

"You should really start getting more sleep at home, Kiriyama-kun. You've got dark circles under your eyes." advised the bespectacled man.

"I was up playing games all night, haha! I'll follow your advice, sensei." replied Kiriyama, giving his teacher yet another smile. The man nodded and continued his lesson, as he picks out a student to read aloud a page from a book containing the history of quirks that was required for all 9th grade classes to learn about. Kiriyama yawned and glanced at the clock. There was just about ten minutes left in the school day. Kiriyama sighed and reluctantly paid attention. After school, Kiriyama walked back home and began to lose himself in thought. "The yakuza's got some monster helping them out and All for One is forming a group filled with dangerous and most likely insane criminals. Maybe I should just give up and actually try to be a legitimate hero..." Kiriyama disliked that. He had once desire to be a hero but that was before his quirk evolved...


He always admired All Might and he still does, he was the reason why he wanted to be a hero in the first place. But as long as he's around, he didn't feel the need to be one. Not to mention he disliked the protocol Pro Heroes had to follow and believed that it did nothing but hinder the process of saving others. There was also another thing that made him abandon that path... Before his quirk evolved into the strong ability it was now, he hated it. His quirk made him the subject of teasing and bullying from other kids. His weak quirk made him loathe and envy the other children. As his classmates were showing off their flashier and stronger quirks, talking about their aspirations of attending U.A. High School and becoming Pro Heroes, Kiriyama was left behind. Maybe not 'left' seeing as they were never on the same level to begin with but the feeling was the same if not worse.

After the beginning of middle school however, he felt a change when he dropped a glass and accidentally cut his hand. He could feel that he was connected to his drops of blood on the floor and he decided to chase this feeling. He thought that it would eventually lead to an evolution in his quirk and he was correct. He began to experiment with his quirk and found out that he could control his blood. He practiced by making cuts on his arm, it hurt but he persevered out of hope for his quirk to strengthen. On his second practice session, he gave it his all and tried his best to concentrate and somehow, as easy as taking a breath, the drops of blood he spilled rose. After a year of experimenting and practicing his control over his blood, he found out a couple of things.

The first was that he was now able to use his quirk as a weapon. He could solidify his blood and turn it into sharp melee weapons. The second thing was that by using too much blood he would be putting his life in danger, he couldn't use as much blood as he wants, he was still human after all. The third was that he was actually very good at controlling it. He could move it around the air very fast without letting a drop of blood hit the ground. The fourth thing he found out was that he couldn't move the blood around if it was solidified and that was when he had a genius idea. What if he moves the blood a high speed, almost blasting it out and then solidifying it mid air, before it makes impact. A 'blood bullet' is what he called it. He practiced this technique for a year and finally began to get a hang of it.

"I...I could kill people with this..." thought Kiriyama. The power was beginning to get to his head and revenge against his elementary bullies seemed like a good way to practice. Kiriyama began to feel bloodthirsty and wanted to release his wrath. He stood up and was about to walk outside with evil intentions in his mind until he saw his own face in a mirror by the door. He had a cold glare full of hatred and lust for blood complimented by his jet-black hair. He also noticed that he held an unsettling smile on his face when he imagined him hurting his targets. This made Kiriyama snap out of it. His look filled with killing intent was quickly replaced by a look of fear and disgust. He feared that look in his eyes and his smile made him want to throw up. "I look like... a fucking villain!" he thought. He took a box cutter out of his pocket, which he brings with him for self defense and for when he cuts himself to practice his blood control. He throws it away from himself, scared that he was going to use it to stab someone or to cut himself and use his blood for a horrifying purpose.

Kiriyama skipped school for three days, out of safety for his classmates, in case he sees one of his childhood bullies and his blood lust returns. After calming down, Kiriyama thought "I shouldn't be a hero... this blood thirst is not normal. I don't want to just hurt those guys, I want to KILL them. I want to make them suffer and that is just wrong. I know it is but I can't control it... Is this a side effect of overusing my quirk? So not only will I get light headed when using too much blood but I'll also get bloodthirsty if I overuse it?" Kiriyama sighed and put his head in his hands. He then however released a chuckle.

"Hahaha! I never liked that idiotic Pro Hero protocol anyway... I guess I'll just take matters into my own hands and fight in my own way. I'll take down criminals and save others, however I want to!"

Kiriyama found his resolve and became a vigilante. He didn't use a costume however, he preferred to attack from a far using his blood bullets and only revealed himself when he wanted to extract information. He would catch criminals off guard with his appearance of a middle school student and hit them with a surprise attack. He was slightly stronger than the average person and was familiar with many forms of martial arts. Kiriyama was also very smart, if he bothered to stay awake during class or study at home he would have no doubt been an honor student. Even though, he wasn't interested in school, he still had above average grades which just proved his intelligence. He was also physically fit although he aims for average scores in P.E.

By the middle of his third year, Kiriyama had made a name for himself. Heroes, villains, and the yakuza were beginning to look for a black-haired teen with a blood control quirk. The witnesses to his action never did give out any good descriptions which made it very difficult for others to search for this boy that had been dubbed the "Bloody Vigilante". "They couldn't get me a better name than that?" thought the wanted teen.