Wow. I'm back after being MIA since 2009. I'm hopefully a lot more mature and my writing style is a lot better. Reading my old stories makes me cringe, RIP. Hopefully you guys like this new story. I'm still working on the character and their motivation. But we'll see what happens.


Chapter 1

The apartment they lived in was an okay location in an okay part of town. There was crime, but it was quiet. On the plaque leading to the apartment was the name "Hirano".

The apartment was in okay shape. Beer bottles littered the entrance, neatly placed on the side of the wall ready for recycling.

Standing in the kitchen was a 14-year-old child. They had medium length choppy red hair tied in a small pony tail with light blue eyes.

Hana sighed. They were getting old at 14 years old.

Hana cut the vegetables and salted the fish for tonight's dinner waiting with bated breath for their Father to open the door.

They stared at the cutting board and he quickly and quietly chopped away. One can never know what Father's mood could be.

Some days he couldn't bear to look at his child. His red hair like his own. But Hana's face and eyes were like staring at his dead wife's eyes and he couldn't take the pain any longer. Using violence to quench his own guilt of not being there for his wife when she left for work that day. He punished himself through alcohol and sometimes would get violent with Hana, imaging his wife's ghost was punishing him for not walking his wife to work that day.

Using his hand against his child whenever he caught Hana using the wind quirk they had inherited, Hana often went to bed covered in bandages wincing whenever he turned in bed. If Hana used the wind quirk to try and defend themselves, father would get more violent. Screaming at him to never use that quirk. The quirk that got his mother, his wife killed in the first place.

The saving grace was he wasn't home during the day or at night. But he was always home for dinner. Family dinners were a quiet affair

Ever since Mom died...

Hana was only 11 years old when Mom passed away. And Dad was never the same.

He began to hate heroes. The heroes that let Mom die. He also began to hate Hana's quirk. Which was the same as his Mother's quirk, wind control.

Saki Hirano had a wind quirk that let her control the wind. She wasn't a hero by any means but felt compelled to help when she could. One day she was on her way to work at the local hospital. As Saki walked to work there was an apartment on fire. Some heroes were already on the scene, trying to put the fire out. Saki saw people that needed help. She ran showing her hospital ID. She used the wind to safely get people out of the burning building. It only took a few minutes. Unbeknownst to everyone in the area the fire was reaching closer and closer to the furnace room where gas was beginning to leak. Once Saki got the last people of the fire the explosion happened.

It happened so fast, Saki in a panic used all the strength she had to push the remaining people out of harm's way, including the heroes as well. As that happened the fire engulfed the entire building and her with it. In the end, there wasn't a body to bury. Saki was hailed a civilian hero, and Hana and her Father, Hiro, lost a wife, a mother and a little sister.

Hana just stared at the cutting board lost in thought. They'd have to pray after they finished cooking dinner they reasoned. They looked over at the shrine in the small apartment by the dining room table.

"My little Hana," they could hear mom whisper. "My precious flower baby."

"Can't change my name," laughs Hana. "Hana isn't the manliest name. But mom picked it... I can be a -a person with a girly name!" huffs Hana. "Screw the haters," Hana muttered cheerfully. Looking like a boy in middle school didn't help with the bullies. Hana knew they weren't a girl and they weren't really a boy. Hana was Hana. They couldn't really help how he felt. And trying to explain it to father was like talking to a rock, or more a diamond.

Hana put the saba in the grill as the rice was half cooked. They turned the heat off the boiling miso soup and put on the lid. With the wind quirk from across the kitchen they slowly floated bowls, plates and chopsticks and set them on the table. If Father knew, they'd be in big trouble. But a secret is meant to be secret.

Hana didn't hate heroes as much as Hiro hated them. They were only 11 when Saki had passed. Memories still very clear, and the feelings of a mother ever present all over the house wherever Hana and Hiro walked. Sometimes it was hard staying in the house. So once Saki had passed Hiro had moved him and his kid to a different part of town away from friends and kindly neighbours willing to help the broken man and his child.

Hana sighed heavily as he watched over the miso soup boiling over the stove and the saba grilling.

They really didn't know what to think. But Hiro did.

After the incident, the Hirano family had gotten some compensation for Saki's efforts on that faithful day. 50% was put in a fund for Hana when he got older. And the other 50% was put in Hiro's bank account. But over the years it was all gone. Used on alcohol to combat the pain and other illegal activities.

Hiro never got over his wife's death and blamed the heroes for not being able to protect anyone that they needed a civilian to help. Someone who didn't sign up for the risk of death.

Hiro didn't tell Hana what he did for a living. Before he was a construction worker for Uraraka's Construction.

Hiro was part of the demolition crew at the construction site. Instead of using tools, he would use his diamond quirk. He would harden his fist and destroy what needed to be demolished.

After the death of his wife he had taken momentary leave from work from "Uraraka's Construction". The owners Mr. Uraraka told him to take all the time he needed. But needing to support his only child he went back to work the next week. Deep set bags under his eyes and his red hair in a perpetual mess, it was a sad sight to behold.

"Hiro!" boomed Mr. Uraraka. Putting one arm around Hiro's shoulders. "How are you and Hana holding up?" he asked quietly. "Anything you need, the missus and I are here. Food, time… we're just next door you know… and Ochako has been asking why Hana isn't around as much anymore. "

Hiro looked at him wearily and shrugged him off. "I'm fine. Thanks for your concern." Hiro realizing how blunt he was with his boss and old friend, changed his tone. "Sorry. I can't impose on you like that. You have a little girl who's not even 5 yet. I'll manage…" he trailed off, slowly walking off.

Mr. Uraraka caught his arm gently.

"Hiro. Anything you need. Don't be afraid to ask."

Hiro just stared at him, unbelieve in his eyes, turned around and walked off. That was the last day Mr. Uraraka ever saw Hiro again. Until the time came he didn't want to believe what his old friend had done.

Over the years, Hiro moved to a more recluse part of town and brought Hana along with him. Hana went to middle school and it was when they were 14 years old everything changed.

Hiro walked in the door breathless.

"Dad?" asked Hana from the kitchen room table, waking up. The food gone cold. Hiro just stared at Hana if seeing a ghost, he was covered in dirt and blood.

Hana froze. "Dad… what's going on" he whispered.

"Hana, we have, I…" Hiro trailed off. He just looked at his wife's shrine and then his eyes went up to the heavens. "Heroes killed your mom Hana," he charged to Hana and held him tight by the shoulders. Hana winced in pain. His dad's diamond quirk digging into his shoulders. "They killed your mother, my wife. They let her die!" he roared.

Hana shook. His father when in these states had gotten verbal, but never truly physical with him using his quirk. Whenever he used his quirk in front of his father, there would be this overwhelming fear and guilt and Hana would end up being smacked to the floor.

"Dad, what did you do?" he whispered.

Hiro's eye got narrower and his eyes slowly lose their sanity. "What I've been doing years now, getting rid of the heroes that killed your mother."

Hana gagged and suddenly felt sick. "What…"

"They deserved judgment" whispered Hiro. "For taking everything away from us. They we're real heroes. They were fakes. They don't care about the common good. The common people," he spat.

Hana just stared open mouth.

Hana's mind raced. All these years, everything made sense. How dad would leave during the day, come home for dinner and then leave again at night. Not coming home till late in the morning. He would come home with a wad of cash on his. Or come home bruised and bloody as if in a fist fight.

And the newspapers articles that had titles. "Hero killer on the loose." "Ground Hog found straggled" "Fire Hose found head smashed in"

Hana swallowed hard. But in a way, they understood. Those heroes were trash. More than once civilians had been killed because of their recklessness. Better off dead than alive.

"You get it now," dad whispered. "Everything I've done is for you. My only child. To get rid of these heroes in disguise to make the world a safer place. Where you'll never be hurt. Not like Saki, ever" he said grip tightening.

Hana winced, blood slowly running down their arm. "Dad, stop…"

Hiro breaking out of his trance unleashed his quirk. "Hana…"

Hana just backed away slowly rubbing their shoulders. "I get it…" Hana said slowly. "Now go eat dinner! It's getting cold," they said pointed at the table.

Hiro laughed and sat down waiting for Hana to warm up the food so they could eat together, like a real family in a long time.

After that night, things got a bit easier. Hana was still uneasy knowing about their dad's illegal activities, but they were the only family they had left. Everyone else was gone.

Hana was in their final term of middle school. As they were walking home past a television store, a crowd of people stood in front of him watching the news and gasping. "The hero killer," they heard.

Hana flinched and ran to the screen.

On the screen was shaky video of a fight, between the number 2 hero Endevour and 'Hero Killer: Diamond" facing a one on one fight. And the hero killer was losing. The background was full of fire and burning rocks. The building heavily damaged in the fist fight.

Hana could tell from the scene that their dad was covered in heavy burns, his skin peeling. He used his quirk over and over again to harden his skin. And if Hana didn't get there soon enough, Hana shook their head forcefully, they didn't want to think about what ifs.

Hana recognized the area as a couple of buildings close to a park close by and ran.

Heart racing as they ran as fast as they could. Hana used their wind quirk to help him move faster. Hoping nothing was going to happen.

What could have happened they thought, dad was always so careful.

Hana skidded to a stop behind a group of on lookers as other heroes tried to maintain calm and prevent any civilians from getting too close.

"Please! Keep away" said one of the heroes. Using his water quirk to keep the fires at bay.

Hana pushed to the front of the crowd. He could see the scene more clearly and it was a worst as he feared. Endevour kept pushing and pushing Hiro to the breaking point. He was clearly losing and there was nothing Hana could do about it. Hiro wasn't planning to back down and neither was Endevour.

Hana clenched their school bag, and ran and dove between the legs of the heroes.

"Hey kid!" yelled one of the heroes with a speed quirk as she tried to grab Hana in time. But Hana used their bag to block the speed hero. As the speed hero got the school bag rather than Hana. Hana dodged and weaved out of their grasp and kept running.

"Dad! Stop!" they screamed.

Endevour and Hiro where locked in arms as Hiro tried to push Endevour off. But Endevour kept using his hell flame, higher and higher.

"A child?" questioned Endevour.

"Hana!" stared Hiro.

"Stop this. Don't do this anymore!" cried Hana.

They tried to run forward as a

"Ah-" cried Hana as a Hero forced them away onto the ground. Hana groaned in pain. Gravel and glass emending into their skin.

Hiro saw his daughter on the ground and saw red. He kicked Endevour and ran to the hero holding daughter down. Fully encased in his diamond quirk.

"DON'T TOUCH HER!" he roared.

Endevour seeing his open. Used his flames on high and sent them straight to Hiro.

The flames crept all around him, and began to burn the diamond off turning into black carbon.

Hana opened their mouth and let out a wail.

Hiro felt the flames grow hotter and hotter. His diamond quirk peeled away leading to skin and he screamed.

Hana shook staring at their father being burned alive.

Another Hero touched Hana lightly on the head, with her knockout quirk. And Hana knocked unconscious, hearing the dying screams of her father.

Hana woke up with a start.

"Dad-" escaped their lips as they stared at the pale yellow walls of a hospital room. Hana's mind raced and she exhaled slowly. So, dad was most likely dead. And they were in a locked room in a hospital for what observation?

They tried to get up. But as turned to their right side, as restraint was present. A simple white knot and Hana frowned. This wouldn't be able to keep them confined to a bed.

Hana sighed and laid back on the bed, planning what to do next. They're body felt a bit sore from being pushed on the ground like that. But nothing they haven't had worst of.

Hana laid slowly back on to the bed, eyes closed in though. Dad was dead. But Hana didn't feel sad or angry. Just empty. Dad was going insane they could tell and it was all because of Hero society.

So what were the police thinking, they mused.

They were a convicted criminal. Which was most unlikely. But possibly a suspect in the murders as they did try to stop the fight.

They were keeping them under observation cause of serious wounds? Unlikely

They were a witness to the Hero Killer: Diamond's activities and was also his kid

But that raised the question of would they believe them if he tried to lie his way out. Hana knew about his father's killings. But the police didn't know that.

So, Hana reasoned. The best plan of attack was to feint innocence. Seem like a lost kid whose dad had been a criminal and a murder without any knowledge previously. It would make it easier on them to keep living their own life. Hana inwardly sighed. They could feel the wind in the room. And several cameras all aimed at Hana. So Hana had to put on a show eh?

Hana just sighed sadly and let some loose tears fall, not bothering to wipe them. They turned to their right side and curled into a ball and started openly weeping and shaking. A wave of sadness overwhelmed Hana.

Hana would play the unsuspecting distraught daughter. That knew nothing about her Dad's illegal activities and get the hell out of this place. An orphan and no other relatives to look after her. The perfect sympathy sob story smirked Hana behind her mouth. They stopped their shaking and just tried to look and feel genuinely sad.

No one came in for a good hour. So, Hana reasoned they were also figuring what to do. Or just doing a background history on them. They weren't really hiding anything. Middle school student, age 14, orphan, average grades. Nothing noteworthy. Their quirk in the registry was just 'control of wind' and it wasn't very specific. They hadn't even used their quirk to help their father!

Suddenly the door opened and Hana stiffened beneath the hospital blanket.

"Woof," said a voice.

"Woof?" thought Hana.

Hana slowly turned removing the blankets. Their eyes felt puffy and raw and their hair must be a red mess.

By the door was a person with a beagle's head. Dressed in a suit with a Dalmatian tie.

"Hirano Hana," the man, person, dog continued. "I am Tsuragamae Kenji. I am the Chief of the Police Force."

"Uh. Ok" muttered Hana warily. "Can you tell me why I'm here."

"Hmm. Well that is a rather difficult topic. As you very much know now that your father, Hirano Hiro was the 'Hero Killer Diamond' we cannot let you go without a full interview knowing-"

"He lied to me about everything," Hana said angrily. Fist bunched on the blankets shaking. "I don't know why he did it and I don't want to know why." Hana stared at the Chief of Police straight in the eye. They seem to deflate and appear smaller and just weakly said, "I just wanna go home."

The Police Chief just stared at Hana's defeated form, "Ok. But we also have to arrange Child Services…"

Hana quickly rub their face with the hospital gown. "Child services?" gaped Hana, "I can do fine on my own."

"No you can't" said a voice behind the Tsuragamae. Behind him walked a tall slender man with short blondish red hair with plain square glasses, wearing a business suit.

"Who are you?" questioned Hana frowning, not recognizing the strange man.

The man blinked, "I'm your Uncle Hana, Uncle Ginzo. I haven't seen you since you were a baby."

"Oh, Uncle! It's been so long," exclaimed Hana. Vaguely remembering pictures of their father and their younger brother from when they were younger.

"Ahh yeah. It's nice to see you Hana. I would have hoped in better… conditions."

"So, what's going on here?" questioned Hana.

"Mr. Hirano here, is going to provide you support through this troubled time," said Tsuragamae. "They'll be your new guardian, as your father's will dictates."

"My father's will?" scowled Hana. "What does my father's will have anything to do with all this?"

"It dictates if anything were to happen to him. Even if he is a villain" Hana winced as the Police Chief uttered those words. "He's still obligated to his family and his wishes at the end of his life."

Hana just turned and hummed in response.

"And one of his wishes is that you be taken care of by his brother, Hirano Ginzo. Is that alright? Woof!"

Hana gave a confirmed nod.

"Also, just," he coughed into his hand. "One of my detectives would like to ask some questions. You don't need to answer if you don't as this is a pretty open and closed case."

There was a knock at the door as a tall man in a suit carrying a trench coat walked in. "Mind for some privacy?" he asked.

"Sure Tsukauchi. We'll be outside if you need anything," he said as he closed the door shut behind him, along with Uncle Ginzo.

The man eyed the child still restrained to the bed. He slowly walked over to the chair and sat down.

"Hi, my name is Tsukauchi Naomasa. I'm a detective with the police force," he started. "I was watching the cameras as the Chief was asking you questions. My quirk allows me to tell when people are telling the truth or lying."

"Oh really now," said Hana feigning interest.

"Yes. And just a part of your response to the Chief was rather odd. You're not likely to be charged with anything," he hastily said, noticing Hana's worried expression. "We're just trying to understand what happened, that's all."

"Ah," muttered Hana. "So, which part are you talking about officer?"

"The ' I don't know why he did it' part," he replied. "Did you know he was killing people?"

"I," Hana looked down ashamed. "I had a suspicion but… how do you ask your father that question," Hana muttered, wincing.

Naomasa just stared quietly. He could notice old bruising along her arm. "Hana, did your father hurt you?"

Hana just stared hard at the bed, "I don't wanna talk about it."

Naomasa sighed sadly. "OK. Sorry, I over stepped my boundaries. So why were you lying when you said you didn't know why he was killing heroes?"

"Er… Sir. How much do you know about my personal history?" questioned Hana.

Naomasa surprised by the question, "Enough."

"Hmm," hummed Hana staring out the hospital window, lost in thought. "Then you know why father hated and was killing heroes," they said finally.

Naomasa stared at the broken child sitting in the hospital bed. He softly sighed getting up from his chair. "Yes I do." He paused for a moment pulling something out of his jacket. "Here's my card. In case of anything."

Hana took the card staring at the name 'Tsukauchi Naomasa: Police Detective. Code Name: True Man'.

In the end, Hana was never charged with anything just as the Detective had said. A day later they moved into their Uncle's apartment, moving their meager possessions and anything they needed from the old apartment.

In the will that Hiro had left his only daughter was a list. On the list was the usual, leaving her into the care of his younger brother, Hirano Ginzo, the leaving all his worldly possessions to her and a transfer of all his money into her savings. And another one which surprised Hana was the change of their last name, from 'Hirano' to 'Tachibana' her mother's maiden name. Maybe Hiro knew he was going to one day be caught and didn't want his daughter being dragged along.

Hana slowly moved their belongings into their Uncle's flat and sold the apartment. Using the money for other expenses.

As Hana entered their new home the first thing she noticed was the apartment flat was in disarray. There was take out boxes everywhere, old beer bottles, and papers strewn across the floor and the coffee table. The whole place was starting to reek of old food.

"What the fuck," breathed Hana under their breath.

"Hahaha," laughed their uncle. "Get on it will you, can't take all day."

'You'd think they'd check living conditions or something,' thought Hana.

"What do you want me to do," Hana asked dryly looking at their Uncle as he began to lit his cigarette.

"Clean," he announced. "You live here, gotta do chores and all that shit."

Hana just blinked and snorted, "Fine, but you might wanna leave for a bit."

"Uh?"

"Things are gonna get a bit windy."

Hana grabbed cleaning supplies from under the sink. They checked in their room and found it bare, with not much cleaning needed. So they left their stuff in the empty room and walked to the family room. Leaving the door open, Ginzo watched through the door seeing what his niece was planning to do.

He hadn't see her since she was a baby. The brothers weren't on the best terms but they were civil enough. It wasn't that much of a surprise that Hiro had died to Ginzo, considering how deep he had gotten.

Leaving the door to the apartment wide open and several garbage bags bed at the ready. A small breeze began to fill the apartment taking away the smell of rotting food with it. Hana stood in the middle of the family room and activated their quirk. A massive wind came out of nowhere almost knocking Ginzo off his feet. His mouth popped open as all the paper, trash, and dust began to swirl around the room. Diving right into the garbage bags. After a few minutes of this. Hana pointed at the garbage bags and pointed at Ginzo to take them out. Too shocked to reply, Ginzo followed their request.

Now with all the trash out of the house, Hana began to fill buckets of water and make it soapy and dump some sponges and clothes inside. They began to pour it all over the floor and the walls. Using their quirk another gust of wind filled the apartment as the cleaning cloths and sponges scrubbed quickly over the floor and walls leaving everything spotless and the wind picked up drying everything in its wake.

"What the fuck," muttered Ginzo from the front door speechless, his apartment was clean and it only took 30 minutes.

Hana was still standing in the middle of the family room, panting and collapsed in a chair.

"Wow kid," said Ginzo. "That's really something."

Hana grinned, "Yeah makes cleaning the house less of a pain. Dad got upset when I did that though, reminded him too much of mom," said Hana quietly looking at their hands.

"Yeah… kid we gotta talk," said Ginzo, as Hana stared at him.

Ginzo lit another cigarette and directed Hana to sit at the kitchen table.

"So, what is this really," said Hana pensively. "Because I've see dad's will and you're not in it."

Ginzo stared and laugh. "Man kid, you're really something aren't you, exactly like your mother in that sense," wiping away tears as he laughed. "No, I'm not. That's my quirk. I can do anyone's hand writing if I know their name, seen their writing once and had physical contact."

Hana hummed in response, "So what gives. You never seen me since I was a baby, and suddenly your favourite Uncle or something? Not that I'm complaining. I don't really want Child Services involved," Hana grimaced.

"Interesting how the world works, eh?" smirked Ginzo. "No, I had an idea my brother was going to die. So, I forged his will to include me in it." Hana was going to respond as Ginzo held up his hand to stop them. "Let me finish, then questions, it'll make more sense." Ginzo continued at Hana's frown. "I knew your father was going to die, because he was getting reckless and made too many mistakes," he paused for dramatic affect. "I was the one that he asked about getting into the underworld activities. I'm a forger by the way, I also work at the bank. So, I do credit card and debit card scams and make tons of money." He laughed at Hana's awe struck expression, "I know right, I'm that good that I haven't been caught yet. Anyways what was I saying… Yes, Hiro came to me after Saki died because he knew I was doing shady business underground, and he needed help. So, he quit Uraraka Construction and got to work. He'd work for some of my business partners as heavy muscle and get to kill some heroes along the way and he got paid for it. But he got reckless and got killed, end of story. There really was nothing we could do for him by then."

"I see," said Hana, their mind racing. "That really is something. So why now? Take care of your brother's kid you haven't seen in 13, 14 years."

Ginzo grinned, "for my own amusement of course."

After the highly public death of the Diamond Hero Killer, Hana lived with their Uncle Ginzo. They did all the chores they had done before and Ginzo was fine with whatever. They had recently entered high school, and with a different last name no one was the wise as to who Hana was. Hana soon after told their Uncle about how they were transgender, specifically agender. Hana a bit pensive, their Uncle just shrugged asked what pronouns they wanted to go by and went back to forging government documents for a client.

In the years after Hana used their quirk without fear of consequence. What Uncle Ginzo never did was ask Hana to do illegal activities. He knew there were more difficult dangerous jobs that Hana could do but he never brought it up and Hana curious never asked. Not till after they graduated high school, everything changed.

Once they graduated high school everything went ok. They had gone to a general education school. Hana wanting nothing to do with heroics even with such a strong quirk. They downplayed their quirk a lot saying all they could really do was generate a small breeze. Wonderful in the summer, good to give someone a cold in the winter. That had gotten a good laugh out of their classmates. There was the general bully, who didn't like how they dressed too manly some days, too feminine others. But some full body flips courtesy of Hana worked it out all fine. Hana getting tired of being so weak, started to take self-defense classes at the local community centre and had watched how to videos online, practiced on their tormentors. Whenever Uncle Ginzo got a phone call from school about a fight he would tell them that he'd execute the necessary punishment but afterwards he'd just laugh and mutter under his breath, "That's my kid."

Hana already 20 was going to school at the local university for a major in Mandarin and a minor Quirk History. They were interested in languages and learning new things and were entertaining the idea of one day becoming a teacher, but they weren't quite sure yet. But as their interest in history grew so did their interest in hero society.

As in history, the world didn't get quirks till quite recently in years. And with the upbringing of quirks, came laws and heroes. And it was heroes that Hana saw a problem with.

Over the years with no one controlling their quirk Hana was free to experiment. And they got stronger and stronger.

They had found an abandoned warehouse on the outskirts of town where they could practice their quirk without hurting anything or anyone.

They had gotten better over the years at control and precision. The only limit of their quirk was imagination and the presence of wind in the area they occupied. They had learned with trial and error that being in a lone room with no wind present it was difficult to control wind. They couldn't control air as they had thought. More that the currents of air, in turn wind could be controlled. If they attempted to control wind with no air current, say an empty room with closed windows, they'd generate a small gust but it would slowly die, and afterwards they'd be prone to nose bleeds and headaches. So, they had begun keeping a small fan with them at all times in case of emergencies. Mainly no wind meant no power, so they were strongest outside or if in a building, with something inside generating a wind.

One of the things they were trying to master was shooting air bullets. Placing targets a distance away, one would aim their finger and aim the 'air bullet' take aim and fire. Hana would just say 'bang' to make it look cool.

They also tried to get physically stronger. Instead of taking the bus or the subway, they would bike everywhere. They would also use the warehouse as an obstacle course running around the building, climbing over stuff and trying to front and back flips with very little success.

In the corner of the warehouse, because god forbid if anyone saw, there was a list of names. Names of civilians that had died from accidents caused by heroes and villains. And to be perfectly honest the list by heroes was growing longer and longer by the day. Be it a simple stopping of a robbery a civilian would get hurt or killed by just being pushed the hero into oncoming traffic, by accident. The 'accidents' made Hana's blood boil. Accidents, where in this hero obsessed society heroes could do no wrong. Many of the time the family would be sad but never blame the hero, always the villain.

Before confirming the death to be accidental or preventable, they would research the entire scenario to conclude who was at fault. Some were simple enough. Some were more complicated but in each scenario where it was an accident or preventable the hero was at fault. Heroes in Hana's mind were like glorified celebrities. Half of them didn't deserve the credit and they weren't real heroes. They were doing everything for money, fame, and status. They didn't deserve to be called heroes. That recklessness and disregard for human life was the fault of heroic society. Heroes were on such a high pedestal that the only real hero who cared was All Might.

But they weren't crazy enough to start killing heroes left and right just like their father before them. They had to be smart about it. Doing alone was insane. Doing it in a group was possible, to make the world what Hiro was trying to make for his only child. A right world where the right heroes existed, the best heroes. Not the second-rate ones that couldn't do crap in any dangerous situation.

'The people they let become heroes was disgusting, better to be a villain,' Hana thought.

The same thought that had first been sown by their father when they were a young child grew as they grew into an adult. Uncle Ginzo knew about his nephew/niece's thought on heroes. But given he was a villain he didn't delve too deeply into it. Letting them think through it in their own way.

The new school year had started and Hana was once again busy with lectures and reports. As they were walking to school, they passed by a construction site as a stocky muscular man with light brown haired walked pass them. Hana not paying attention yawned and kept walking in the early hours of the morning to their early morning class.

"Hana?!" yelled a voice.

Hana jumped in their skin as suddenly the man grabbed them by the shoulder smiling widely. "Oh Hana! How've you've grown. It's me Mr. Uraraka, Ochako's father!"

"Uh? Uncle?" questioned Hana in surprised. Remembering the happy giant of a man, whom once was her father's close friend and former boss and coworker. They hadnt' seen each other since Hiro had quit his job at the construction company and moved away, losing all contact with his once close friend.

"How many years has it been," he muttered to himself. "Oh, Hana you're so big now. There's so much to catch up on. I didn't think we've ever see you again. After what happened with Hiro…," the man trailed off sadly. "I know this is something you'd rather forget, but I'm sorry about Hiro."

Hana just smiled, "It's ok, Uncle, a lot of things have changed now. How's Uraraka-chan?" Hana asked changing the subject. "How old she must be now," laughed Hana. "Last I saw her she was what, 5?"

"Oh! Little Ochako. She's good. She's enrolled at UA, in the heroics course, 1-A! The missus and I are so proud" said Mr. Uraraka excitedly.

"Oh, is she?" smiled Hana, rather darkly.

Mr. Uraraka not noticing anything suspicious, said, "What's your number? It'd be so nice to catch up again. Ochako is living by herself Musutafu. She would love if you go visit her."

"Hahaha, sure," smiled Hana. "Here's my number. I'm actually staying with my Uncle Ginzo right now." They said exchanging contact information. "Oh! Look at the time, I'm going to be late. See you later Mr. Uraraka," said Hana politely walking off.

"Bye Hana," waved Mr. Uraraka before walking back to his construction site.

Hana walked back home quietly. 'Uh, so Uraraka is going to be a hero eh. Interesting, very interesting.' Toying with their phone as he walked home they thought, 'maybe I will meet up.' Hana had some fond memories of Uncle and Auntie Uraraka and their small daughter Ochako. They were neighbours when Hana was growing up and Saki was still alive. As when Hana's mother, had been killed Hana was only 11 and Ochako only 5, so, the age gap didn't really mean much. They would watch the t.v together while the adults talked or played games. After meeting Uncle Uraraka, he must have sent a message to Ochako cause right away she called them to ask how they were doing. They talked for a good 3 hours just about where live had left them when they were forced to part ways. They hadn't met in person yet, as both were quite busy with school, so they just left it to texting and talking over the phone.

Ochako talked about school, her apartment, her new friends and how everything was going. She even mentioned that she was going to be participating in the annual UA sports festival and to cheer her on. Hana even with their secret, not so secret hatred of heroes, ended up watching the sports festival the whole day. They would send texts of encouragement and a lot of them to make the girl laugh when the day got too stressful. It was fun and enjoyable to watch, some parts distressing for Hana that they had to groan in despair at some moments, and gasp in surprise in others. But enjoyable nonetheless. They had learned a lot about each student's quirk that participated. Hana and their Uncle made it an all-day event, taking a day off from school and work. They just bonded Uncle and nephew/niece style bonding time.

A few days later Hana was getting dressed in some shorts and wearing a large pink sweater with the words 'OKAY' stamped on the front. They carefully put on a long blonde wig and twirled in the mirror. 'Man, if Uncle saw them now they'd have a heart attack,' smirked Hana. Uncle was out doing some business with his associates, he never mentioned any names or details and Hana never bothered asking.

As they checked themselves out in the mirror, they thought about the plan. So, they were planning to walk to the local 7/11 to pick up some snacks and coffee, to keep them through the night so they could study for a test coming up. They brushed their long blonde hair out of their face and walked outside the apartment, the wind could get so annoying. Once outside the apartment the lamps were already brightly lit and the neighborhood was quiet except for the occasional cricket.

When they got to the convenience store it was around 10pm, not too late but getting there. They became to walk around the stores, mouthwatering at all the treats and snacks. Hana mused about getting some sushi, chips and several cans of coffee. Their Uncle was never short of money. He was just picky about what he spent it on and was a stickler for saving. He gave Hana a weekly allowance and it was just enough for Hana's all-consuming milk tea and coffee addiction. Hana walked over the newspaper stand reading the title 'Villians enter UA, 3 teachers (pro heroes) injured.'

'Uh, what about that,' thought Hana interestedly. There wasn't a steady incline of crimes in the area. But villains willingly enter a high school for heroics was intriguing. Like what were they planning. What was their goal. Everything about it Hana found very amusing. Like some puzzle or mystery game to be solved, with a countdown till game over.

Hana skimmed through the article. There weren't very clear details as the school probably tried to keep it very hush hush. But it mentioned pro heroes, 13, Eraser Head and All Might, and an unnamed student were the ones injured. No mentions of motive were mentioned. The principal Nedzu had issued a statement that the attack was being dealt with and no serious life threatening injuries had been sustained. The attack had been unprovoked and the teachers, all who were pro heroes had arrived on scene to capture the villains. All the villains in the attack were captured, but only 2 had escaped. Some of the pictures of just the school, the teachers involved and some of the captured villains. Even one with muscular build and half a brain sticking out.

The newspaper even said, with such a dangerous accident taking place at UA. The school had continued with their annual UA sports festival. 'It was funny' Hana thought. 'Ochako never mentioned that school incident. She had mentioned something bad had happened but never fully elaborated.' And now they knew. There was even a newspaper article about how the annual UA sports festival which was in full swing and had just been completed a couple days ago, and the results were posted in the newspaper. And even Hana with a dislike of heroes had watched it to cheer Uraraka-chan on. They hadn't met up with them since meeting Uncle. But they had been texting once a day just trying to rekindle the friendship they once had recently texted that her and her classmates had gone on to do a week-long hero internship and she was excited. She was working with 'Gun Head' one of the heroes that had requested her. They in return had sent a lot of muscle emoji's and good luck exclamation marks.

There was even another article inside. About a new villain nicknamed 'Hero Killer: Stain', paying homage to Diamond the Hero Killer? Not likely the article read. The villain Stain killed all heroes, while Diamond had been killing certain heroes till he was finally apprehended by number 2 hero Endevour 7 years ago. The article never mentioned the Hero Killer's quirk. Only that he had killed several heroes and incapacitated several others more enabling them to never be heroes again, including speed hero: Ingenium. It mentioned briefly how Ingenium, also known as Lida Tensei was unable to be a hero any longer and would retire from hero service indefinitely. In the article the surviving heroes talked about that once they fought 'Hero Killer: Stain' and he cut them with his sword, they were unable to move and that was when he did his final strike. The article didn't delve into much. Just naming heroes he had killed and other heroes he had incapacitated. Hana read through the hero's names. Most of them were hungry for fame and money, not really a loss for hero society, and some had even accidentally killed civilians in their surge for fame and power. Hana felt nothing as they read the article. Just thinking it'd be interesting to meet Stain and hear about his ideals. It seemed like he had a hero infatuation but nothing could be truly placed from the article without meaning the man first. Hana finished reading the article and placed it back down on the newspaper stand.

They didn't often keep up to date with the news. Skimming the news article once a day but never really reading it all the way through. There were certain articles that stood out that they did read in the morning after Uncle Ginzo was finished with the paper. A year ago, a 13 year old boy had been captured by a sludge villain. His name was Bakugo Katsuki, with a very strong explosion quirk he had tried to escape. But when he tried to escape he had created more work for heroes and civilians alike. Hana had been a bit dumfounded at the story. How the boy was planning to enter UA for a heroics course but couldn't even control their quirk enough to not hurt their surroundings and the person who had saved the day was a child of the same age who threw his backpack at the villain. And it wasn't till All Might appeared that anything happened. 'Useless,' Hana had muttered while reading the article.

It was around 12am now and Hana tried to suppress a yawn. They had stayed later than anticipated too engaged with reading the articles than going home to study. Their Uncle hadn't called or texted them yet so he was most likely out with his associates.

They slowly picked up their items, some sushi, some snacks and walked to the drink aisle to grab a couple cans of coffee and a hot milk tea to try and stay awake. Hana walked to the cashier, a tired looking man in his mid-20s with short black hair. Hana merely nodded and unloading their shopping cart.

As they paid for their items. The bell rang, and Hana smelled something in the air and stiffened, eyeing the new comers.

It was a bunch of punks with no manners and too much time on their hands.

Hana inwardly groaned.

"Hi welcome," smiled the cashier, as Hana watched from the counter.

Hana went to pick up their items avoiding eye contact, nodding thanks to the cashier. As they turned around they bumped into one of them their thick barrel chest as he looked down at Hana.

"Yes?" Hana said sighing heavily.

"Does a pretty girl like yourself need help with your groceries?" he asked.

Hana looked down at what they were wearing. Some short shorts and a big pink sweater with the words 'Okay' on it. Their blonde hair, which was actually a wig, fell to their mid chest. Did they really look like a girl? Hana snorted.

"No, I'm fine thanks," they said sweetly. Side stepping to the side to walk out of the store. 'Fuck man,' Thought Hana 'I wanna sleep'.

They could hear noises of shuffling feet and the ring of the front door as the 3 punks followed them outside.

"So where are you going?" the shortest one said following beside them, trying to make eye contact. "It's getting late and stuff, we'd thought we'd like you know. Help you get home," he said smiling sweetly. Hana noticed they all wore brown hoodies, with the name 'Brown Tigers' on the back.

"I'm heading home," Hana sighed wearily. "Can you like back off."

They all laughed at 'her' statement.

"We're just looking for a good time sweet heart," laughed the tallest one, trying to put his arm around 'her' as a gust of wind came and blew it off. He laughed it off, shrugging to say as if Hana were walking too slow.

They slowly surrounded Hana one of either side and one at the back. Hana just walked nonchalantly.

"Oh, this place is perfect," one of them said while they felt hand surrounding her wrist and dragging her into an empty alley. Hana was pulled into the alley and fell to the ground.

"Ugh…" they muttered.

"Now's a perfect time-"

"A perfect time for what?" asked Hana darkly.

"Don't do anything or you'll regret it," smirked the middle height one.

"Oh, will I?" questioned Hana smirking, dropping their groceries to the ground. A gush of wind came out of nowhere into the alley slamming the 3 punks into one another knocking them unconscious.

Hana snorted. "Useless," they muttered. They had recognized the words 'Brown Tiger' about an up and coming new gang. They were mainly punks terrorizing small stores and young women at night. The heroes didn't really see it as a 'problem' so weren't doing anything about it. But they were getting worse and worse and Hana decided they'd get them out of the way once and for all. So they had read about their MO. How they stalked together in groups of 3 and would raid very isolated convenience stores with no neighboring houses around, so no one would be able to hear calls for help. And that's what Hana did. They got lucky on the first try. Dressing feminine today and wearing a long blond wig over their red hair. So, that if they did get questioned nothing would end up back to Hana.

They were in an alley so they went to grab a length of rope used for tying up cardboard. Tying up the punks together tightly, she placed a paper of their known offences and who they were.

They didn't feel like dragging them to the police station and if they died in the alley they really didn't care. They picked up their groceries and took off the blond wig. Out from under the wig showed their short red hair, about the length to their shoulders and pulled into a pony tail. They stuffed the blonde wig into their bag and walked out of the alley.

"Haha, that was pretty good kid," said a voice. Hana turned in alarm. "I'm actually looking for people like you." He continued off, not looking too worried about Hana's defensive stance.

"Who are you?" questioned Hana, staring at the man in the in the purple blazer as he was lighting a cigarette with a gun. He pressed the gun and a little flame shot out.

'That can't be legal,' laughed Hana inside.

He was average height, a bit taller than Hana. He had grey hair with side-bangs and a tiny moustache and a tiny goatee. When he talked, Hana could see a gap in-between his front teeth. He wore small round glasses perched on his face.

"My name is Giran, I'm a former associate of your Father and an associate of your Uncle," he said smirking. "So, kid, I saw what you did with those punks. Pretty, good work. Wanna work for me?" he said cigarette in between his teeth.

Hana just stared. "No" they replied. Walking away. "I'm going home, I'm tired."

"What if I told you, you'd be able to meet other people with the same goals as yours?" he asked smirking.

"Huh?"

"A world without heroes, but true heroes, like All Might," he cackled. "Wouldn't that world be interesting?" He said smiling, round glasses glinting in the head lamps.

"What are you talking about?" Hana asked frowning.

"Oh, you haven't seen it yet?"

"Huh?"

"Man, you'd think with kids and their cell phones," Giran chortled. "This video!" he said showing her a shaky video on his cell phone, purple with a bunny ear case. The video title read 'HERO KILLER: STAIN'.

It was a shaky home video of a man dressed in rags walking towards a group of heroes. One of the heroes Hana recognized as Endevour.

He began speaking and the air about Giran and Hana chilled to a stop, as he began his speech about real heroes and All Might.

"Wow," muttered Hana grinning.

Giran just laughed. He looked at his phone quickly, "Oh I gotta take this call, excuse me." Giran walked to the other side of the street, talking quietly to the other person on the phone.

Hana watched as they walked away, remembering his strange phone case. Their Uncle had something similar but with dog ears in red. Their Uncle Ginzo was an eccentric man. He could get people to trust him and believe him, making him the perfect to commit forgery and commit some illegal villainous acts on the side. Hana wasn't prone to knowing such facts, as their Uncle was very secretive about that part of his life, safe with his older brother Hiro. But it never bothered Hana too much.

Suddenly their phone in their pocket began to ring a jangly tune that was used to their Uncle, the sound of song 'who let the dogs out'.

"Huh? Hello? Uncle?" answered Hana

"Hana, they caught Stain," laughed Ginzo. "Where are you now?"

"Uh," paused Hana. "I'm with a man… Giran." They were sort of surprised their Uncle didn't comment on the time, as it was closer to 1am now.

"Giran?" Ginzo confirmed. "Why are you with him?"

"He found me? I guess?" answered Hana. "It's a long story," Hana said shaking their head. "Giran showed me the video. How do you know this guy? Uncle what's going on?"

"One question at a time," he insisted. "Everything will be explained soon enough. But let me speak to GIran, his phone lines busy right now," he said excitedly, "This is getting interesting."

Hana just sighed and prayed for to get some sleep tonight. Their Uncle was an interesting man. He was smart enough to be part of the law-abiding side of society, but decided to become a villain instead. He also had a collection of ceramic dogs at home.

Hana just turned and walked to Giran, and turned to face him. He had just finished his first phone call and appeared to be making another. Hana handed out their phone, "My Uncle wants to speak with you..."

"Your Uncle? Eh, ok," he said taking the phone and walking a few steps away from Hana listening on the phone. His eyes widened and started laughing a bit. His eyes turned to Hana in a calculating fashion. "Hmm I see, I see. Ok I'll see you there in 20. Bye."

"What was that about?" Hana asked as Giran handed back their phone. He smirked wrapping an arm around Hana in a familiar fashion.

"So, kid about that cash…"