Okay...here comes what I've both been looking forward to...and dreading. I want to make a great My Hero Academia fic, even if an OC is the main character. I'm going to try and do the series justice, I promise, and Midoriya is still a main character. He will still have great character development, I promise, but some things I will need to change around for the OC. I hope you all give the fic a chance, and don't bash it just because it's OC-centric. If you're going to bash it, please do it based on the writing, story development, anything that has to do with the actual story and writing of the fic.
Well here we go, wish me luck ^^
I do not own My Hero Academia, just the OCs.

Chapter 1: Akiara Yami: Origins

The world has always been a unique place. Whether it be from nature or from mankind. We don't really know what makes some of these things as interesting as they end up being. However, I can guarantee you that everyone on the planet would agree that humanity became much more interesting when Quirks began appearing. A Quirk is what we call the special abilities that humans develop at a young age. We aren't completely sure how they came into existence. We all just know that one day many generations ago, a baby was born and on one day a light began appearing over it. That was the first 'super'human.

There have been several theories over what caused it. Perhaps it was just humans adapting like animals do in nature? Perhaps a higher power was granting humans new abilities to further develop them? Maybe science had something to do with it? In either case, everyone knew from that moment on, the world would never be the same. And they were right.

Generations later, a new job became the new craze. Heroes. With 80% of the population having Quirks, many of those people would want to use it to help. And as is true with human nature. Where this is good, there is evil. So with an uprise of villains as well, a demand for heroes began. High schools opened that helped teenagers master their Quirks and steer them in the right path with the most famous being the prestigious U.A. High School. The most famous heroes have graduated from this academy and with their amazing teachers and curriculum, the villainous side of the Quirk wielders quickly found themselves losing.

It didn't help that the No. 1 Hero, All Might, appeared in the public and used his amazing strength to take villain after villain down. It didn't take long for the population to view this hero as the Symbol of Peace. In a matter of years, it seemed like peace truly was on the horizon as there was barely anymore supervillains causing mayhem. While this did make some heroes relax more, it didn't stop the rise of them. Kids continued having dreams of being heroes and the schools continued teaching them to become them.

The world was rather great.

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And then, my story begins. Well, I say my story, but it's more than just my story. This might sound confusing, but you all will see once I get started.

7 years ago

A small boy quietly wandered down the path behind a small, cozy looking home. He had no destination in mind, and he had no one that he was planning to meet. All he wanted was to have some peace and quiet so he could mourn. Mourn what exactly? The death of his dream. It was nowhere in sight now. It was a simple dream, but it was his dream nonetheless. Tears began to pour down the boy's cheeks as his head tipped down even more with his hair covering his eyes.

"To be a hero...is my dream," the boy muttered as his body began to shake as he continued his walk. He refused to slow down. It did not matter how bad he was breaking down inside. He couldn't mourn back at home, his mother wouldn't let him mourn by himself. She wanted to be by his side the whole time to comfort him, but she really wasn't helping him feel better. Seeing someone else crying, it was just a cold reminder of his shattered dreams. There was no comfort in that.

He had waited until his mother fell asleep before he snuck out his window. His mother wouldn't be happy...but...he wasn't happy at the moment either so he really didn't care. The hollow feeling inside was keeping him from feeling anything besides some kind of depression. Looking back on the day, he had remembered that everything started out just fine. He was going to go to the doctor since he hadn't developed his Quirk yet unlike his other classmates.

His mother was getting worried about him since their family was known for having a strong Quirk. And unlike other families of Quirk users with Quirkless children, their blood wasn't too diluted. So it concerned her greatly. He hadn't really thought much about it as he just kept happily thinking about becoming a hero. All he remembered was the ride to the hospital where he finally met the doctor who would be checking him out.

Clenching his teeth as he felt more tears pour out, a flash of a memory shot through his mind at that second.

"Sorry ma'am, but he isn't going to have a Quirk. He wasn't born like other Quirk users. It's impossible."

Narrowing his eyes at the ground, he bit back a sob while a surge of anger overcame him. He knew that the doctor was just doing his job, but...in doing so, he broke the poor kid's heart. The memory of his mother crying briefly flashed through his mind before everything went black. His mom told him that he fell unconscious so she brought him back home. She was concerned, but he didn't care that he fell unconscious, his dream was crushed.

Walking pass an adult who looked down at him in confusion, probably because he was an eight year old walking by himself in the middle of the night down the street, he made a left turn so he could head to the park. He knew that there would be no one there at this time. He's snuck down here before in the middle of the night.

Feeling his body begin to relax, he knew that it was only to prepare itself before another round of sobs and shakes began. It was obvious, he was a mess on the inside. Letting a sigh pass through his lips, he brought his hand up to rub the tears out of his eyes. Sniffling, he placed his hands into his pockets as he entered the park. Looking around, he noticed the bench under a group of trees. Nodding his head, he shuffled over to it and collapsed onto it.

Looking up at the stars in the night sky, he began to imagine that one was a hero. A hero like All Might or Endeavor or Eraserhead. Any pro hero really. Could he still have a chance to become like them. To help people, to make people feel better when they were down, to save people, this was the main reason that he wanted to be a hero. Ever since he was born, he stood up for any kid who was getting bullied. It didn't matter if the bully was older or had a quirk, all he wanted to do was show the victim that someone cared.

It is something that would seem kind and heroic to others, but he kind of considered his dream to be selfish. While he would do anything to help people, the primary reason that he did it was because he just wanted friends. And he knew that if he became a hero, he would get the chance to make plenty of friends. So while he wanted to help people, he knew the underlying reason was pretty selfish. Even if others told him that it wasn't.

But now...he would never get the chance. He would never be a hero. He would never get to help people. He would never get a friend. Because at the end of the day, who would want to be friends with a Quirkless nobody like him?

At this thought, the tears began to pour out of his eyes like a faucet as his sobs grew louder and louder. He wanted this, he knew he wanted this. A place to cry his heart out without anyone around to 'comfort' him. No hero, no concerned passerby, not even his mother, all he wanted was to be alone right now.

He didn't know how long he was in the park crying, but it didn't seem like too long. Maybe that was because his mind was purely focused on the grief? He wasn't 100% sure. All he knew was that within a matter of what seemed like minutes, the wind became freezing cold. His shivers were no longer because of his sadness. Coming out in the middle of the night in short sleeved shirt and shorts was not a good idea, it seems.

Not wanting to leave the comfort of the bench, he slowly pushed himself off it and stood up on the ground. Looking around, he wrapped his arms around himself and began his trek back to his home. Hopefully his mother didn't wake up to come check on him. He really wasn't in the mood to explain why he snuck out of the house. Then again maybe she'd let him off easy since he had his dreams and heart crushed today. He could wish.

"Oh no...I didn't think someone would be around at this time of hour," the boy froze as the menacing voice penetrated the air. Where did this person come from? There was no one around when he got up. Slowly looking back at the bench, his eyes widened at the sight of a tall man in a suit with a cane. He couldn't see the man's face thanks to some kind of black fire surrounding it. In spite of the fire though, a black fedora sat comfortably on top of his head.

It took only a moment for the boy to feel the killer intent radiating off the man. He wasn't sure what to do. All he wanted to do was vent, but now...he was stuck in the park with a villain. A dangerous one at that.

"P-p-ple-please...don-don't k-ki-kill me," the boy stuttered in fear as tears returned to his eyes. Not from heartache, but from fear. Pure fear. He's never felt like this before. Seeing the look on the boy's face, the man took a step forward while placing a hand on his hat.

"Now now, don't be scared...is what a hero would say. Those egotistical beings. As you can guess kid, I'm not a nice person. I had just escaped a couple of heroes recently in fact. That's why I'm here. Now why would a kid be here?" the man questioned as he tilted his head slightly to get a better look at the kid who shook in fear.

The man watched as the kid fell to the ground clearly in fear while his mouth refused to open again. Chuckling slightly, he leaned his body back to look up at the sky.

"You know, I can take a couple of guesses. Your eyes are red, and that was before you saw me. You must have come here to cry. Heh, I wonder why," looking down at the kid, he saw just how young he was, "Ah, I see...you're around the age a child would unlock their Quirk...I unlocked mine around your age to. Considering you were crying though...don't tell me, your Quirkless huh. You wanted to be a HERO huh?! World view coming down on you! Getting a dose of reality?! Poor little gaki!"

Before the boy could even react, he felt a sharp pain as the man smashed his foot into his torso and sent him skidding across the ground into the fence that surrounded the park. Spitting out a large glob of blood, the boy began to violently cough as a burning sensation began to work its way up from the impact point.

Weakly looking up, he saw the man walk closer to him before bending down to look him in the eyes. "This is the real world kid. Some of us aren't lucky while others are. You happened to be born without powers while others have. That's how this world works. It sucks for you, it doesn't suck for others. Life isn't fair. That's something you need to learn now. Now while I usually would leave you with this little lesson, I have some bad news for you..."

The kid felt his body shaking as the burning feeling in him grew even more. Looking up, he saw a bright light begin to shine in the villain's eyes as he slowly turned away.

"I'm on the run, and I can't leave any witnesses who can give away my location. I don't make it a habit to kill children, but if I have to I will," glancing back just enough for the kid to see his right eye shining in the fire, a chuckle was heard before the villain finished, "Like I said, life isn't fair. Sorry kid. Ignite."

Before he knew what was happening, the burning sensation overwhelmed his body before a black fire engulfed him completely. Screaming from the pain, all the boy could see from the flames was the sight of the man walking away. Without any idea on who the man even was, he slowly felt himself fade away while the flames just grew.

All he wanted tonight was to come out to the park to let his pain out in one long crying session. That's all he wanted, but just like his dreams, it was smashed in an instant. No matter what he wanted, he never seemed to get it. The world really did seem to be against him.

Rolling over, his arms fell to his sides while he looked at the sky again. Memories of his mother, his late father, and the one boy who seemed to want to be friends with him began to flash through his mind. Biting his cheek to hold back his sobs, he knew his time was over before it could even begin. He should have stayed home to let his mother comfort him. It might not have helped him feel better, but at least he wouldn't be in this situation.

Sniffling again, he saw the flames begin to block out his view of the sky. Bringing his hand up, he began to reach out to it with the last of his strength. Would he become a star in the night sky? Maybe. As his eyelids began to close, he heard footsteps followed by a voice that he couldn't quite make out.

The next thing he knew, the flames were gone while his body was soaked in water. TIlting his head to the side slightly, he saw the silhouette of a man...at least it looked like a man. The man seemed to be moving his lips. He must have been speaking. Too bad he couldn't make out the man's words.

The man seemed to realize those as he brought a hand down to the boy's head and a warm feeling came through. It took a couple of seconds, but he could hear sounds again. He still couldn't find the strength in him to really listen though. So he didn't respond to any questions from the man as he felt his life slowly fade away.

The man seemed to realize this though as he cut his talking short and finally two questions.

"What is your name young man?"

"...Yami, Akiara..." the boy responded with what little strength that he still had in his burnt, dying body.

The man smiled at the meaning of the boy's name before finally asking his last question.

"What do you want the most in the world?"

The boy looked up at the man and with his dying breath, he answered the man's question.

"To...help people...To be...a hero," and with that, Akiara Yami passed away under the night sky.

The man sighed to himself as he never liked seeing children die. If he was here sooner then maybe he could have helped. Then again, he's still not used to this place. It's nothing like back home. Looking at the boy, he didn't feel anything strong coming from him which must have meant that he wasn't like most of the other people who lived here. The poor thing. Bringing his hand up, a small item materialized into his hand. It might not have looked like much to the regular person, but the man knew that with this...the boy would get what he wanted.

"Akiara-san...when I come back, show me just how much of a hero you are," the man stated as he placed the item on the kid's chest and placed his palm out. A circle of light appeared under the item on the boy and the item slowly sunk into the child. After the light vanished, the man smiled and picked the boy's body up. Turning around, he sensed the small amount of energy that the boy used to have and felt the direction that it lead from on its way to the park.

The Next Day

Everything was dark. He died right? Then that meant this was the afterlife? So everything is just dark when you die? That's depressing...Trying to move his body, he felt himself stuck in place while a pain ran through his body. Really, that villain hurt him so badly, he still hurt in the afterlife?! What kind of Quirk did that guy have?! The sudden urge to move again caused him more pain. As he tried to move again, he quickly realized something...he felt like he was lying down.

Wait a second...he realized that his eyelids weren't open. Ignoring the pain in his body, he forced his eyelids to slowly peel open which caused him to groan as the sunlight entered his vision. Ugh, it was too bright...and it seemed like he felt weaker all of a sudden. What the...

Looking around his room, he forced himself into an upright position and saw that everything looked normal. "Wait...was everything from last night...a dream? No...this pain...it's definitely real. Last night must have happened. But then, how am I alive?" Akiara pondered out loud only to see his door open. The sight of his mother walking in nearly made him tear up as he remembered thinking that he was going to die without seeing her again.

As he was about to call out to her, she turned around and saw him awake. Before he could react, she shot across the room and hugged him tightly while tearing up.

"I was so worried about you! I heard a knocking on the door last night at 3:00 A.M. I went to check it out, and I found you unconscious in some random guy's arms with burns all over your body. I...I thought you were dead...Why would you sneak out? I...I thought I lost you until the man told me that he was able to save you using his healing Quirk," Akiara's mother hugged him tighter as she cried into his shoulder. Akiara himself began to cry as the memory from last night began to replay in his mind.

"I-I'm so sorry kaa-chan! I...I was just so sad about not having a Quirk. I wanted to go cry somewhere private so I went to the park. I...I never thought a villain would show up! He...he...I was so terrified! I didn't want to die without seeing you again! I'm so sorry!" Akiara cried out as he hugged his mother tightly while ignoring the pain shooting up and through his body. His mother embraced him even tighter while the two cried their hearts out.

What the two didn't expect during this emotional moment though was two Devil-like wings bursting from Akiara's back which caused a loud scream from both of them to cut through the silence that had engulfed the house. While his mother quickly deduced this must have been his Quirk, Akiara knew that this wasn't a Quirk. He had a good feeling, a strong one at that. The man who saved him. He did something. He must have. He didn't seem like a Quirk user.

When his mother left to go start a warm bath for him to take, and he finally got the wings to disappear, Akiara would discover a small note in his desk. One that he knew his mother nor he, himself, left. It had a short message scribbled out on it. But it was a powerful message all the same as it changed the boy's life forever. It was from his hero.

~You're a Devil now Akiara-san!

And like that, the spark of hope that he lost the day before sprang back to life in his eyes. While he might have died the night before and was indeed Quirkless, it seemed that his dream to be a hero and to help others didn't have to die after all. He might have lost his humanity, literally, but he wasn't going to let that stop him from becoming a hero. He couldn't tell his mother, there was no way of knowing how she'd react. In fact, he had no idea on how anyone would react to finding out he wasn't human.

"I guess...I have a 'Quirk.' I'll need to come up with some kind of name later to fool people. For now though...lets see what comes with being a Devil," Akiara muttered to himself as he rose to his feet so he could head to the bathroom. If the weak feeling in his knees was anything to go by, the Sun was going to be a pain in the butt for awhile.

Present Day

A short boy walked towards his junior high school. He had purple hair that was in a rather messy fashion. He was wearing the junior high's uniform that seemed to be a little too big on him which made sense as he was only 4'5. Looking around with his lilac eyes, he smiled at the messy green hair that he could see in any crowd. Running in the person direction, he pushed himself through the crowd of students until he finally made it.

"There you are Midoriya! I was looking for you. I thought we were walking to school together?" the boy stated as Midoriya shot around with a look of fear in his face for a moment before seeing him and relaxing his posture. Scratching the back of his head, Midoriya began chuckling awkwardly.

"S-sorry Akiara-san, I was heading your way when I got distracted by some heroes stopping a villain in the city. Ehehe, I'll buy lunch to make up for it," Midoriya offered with Akiara smiling and nodding his head. The two quickly began talking about what heroes appeared to stop the villain with Midoriya bringing out one of his journals and showing Akiara some of his notes which made the boy smile.

This was his last year in junior high, and he and Midoriya were both trying out for U.A. While their classmates didn't think Midoriya stood a chance (as they were too busy sucking up to Bakugo), Akiara believed in him. If not just because they were best friends, then because he wanted Midoriya to prove that a Quirkless person can become a hero. Something he had given up on when he was younger before his life changed. Ever since meeting Midoriya, that opinion of his quickly began to change, and he wanted Midoriya to prove it was possible.

The two knew the exams to get into U.A. would be hard, but they weren't going to give up.

Now...lets hope nothing interesting happens in the span of the next 10 months.

And, I'll stop there. Now this is an Oppositeverse fic, so anyone new to that, it means this is in a shared universe with multiple other fics of mine...well in this one's case it is connected to that universe through random portals that open up at different locations. Also, it means this is a harem fic for the OC.

Before anyone gets turned away because of that, I promise that the main flow of the fic will be like canon's, and when the romance begins, I will do my best to assimilate it with the plot to make it seem natural.

And once again, I promise Midoriya as well as other character's like Bakugo, All Might, Shoto, etc will all have focus on them (Midoriya more than the other ones except at their plot points) and the story won't purely be about the OC. Don't worry everyone.

Please leave reviews (unless their complaints about an OC being the main character)! I love them, and I want to know what you all thought about this chapter. I wanted to make a good first chapter for this series as I know how much it's loved, and I love it a lot as well. ^^

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