Author's note: So this is my first fanfic and I'm doing this because I love My Hero Academia and I've always had my own ideas for villains and Pro Heroes, so in order to get some of those ideas out I'm writing this story. As you'll notice, this story will be very OC heavy, the main character is an OC and many of the other characters will be too, but allow me to explain some things.

First, I want to say that I do plan on incorporating the characters from the show at some point, but not right away. Because of these eventual interactions I am tagging the groups these characters belong to, which will be met later on such as the students of class 1-A and the League of Villains. I don't want to just have all these OCs interacting with the characters right away for no reason, it just wouldn't feel right to me, and so I plan to slowly interweave my OCs interacting with the in show characters to make it more smooth and believable for the type of story I'm telling.

The second thing is, this OC story is from a villain's perspective. I wanted to do an OC story, but it seems the trend for OC stories is that the OC is another student who interacts with class 1-A. In order to change it up a bit (and because I like villains anyway) I'm having the lead OC be a student who instead of choosing the path of a Pro Hero in training chooses instead the path of an amateur villain learning from a more experienced group of villains. Sorry for the long note, hope you get some enjoyment out of this story!

Chapter 1: A Chance Encounter

I look ahead to observe fire, smoking buildings, and a crowd of people gathering to look at the aftermath of the battle that had just taken place. And there I was, sitting on my knees, my father's arms wrapped tightly around me, trying to shield his eight year old from the sights I had already witnessed. He was saying something, but I just looked past him with tear filled eyes at what were supposed to be "Heroes". All I saw were hypocrites.

6 years later

I awoke to the familiar sound of my alarm clock blaring, as I begrudgingly got up. And just like usual I went about my usual morning routine, showering, getting dressed in my school uniform, eating, etc. Stopping in front of a mirror I examined myself to make sure I looked presentable. My bright yellow eyes examined my short spiky dark brown hair, which seemed to be in order, and it would seem the rest of my apparel was as well. With that, I was ready for the day ahead, and so I made my way to another uneventful day at school.

As usual the school day passed by without much interest, until I remember once again that the day was fast approaching, the day many of us would make that final decision on if we wanted to go to a Hero school or not. Most of the class did obviously, I mean who wouldn't want to spend their highschool life training to become a Pro Hero, but for some of us it was still a decision weighing heavy in our minds. It was after school and most of the class was already heading out the door, but I decided to stay seated and mull over my thoughts for a bit. When I was younger the decision seemed so obvious, but now every time I think about whether or not I should try to become a Hero it feels like my mind is playing a game of tug-a-war.

"Akio! Which school are you going to go to?"

My friend Tsuneo Ikeda, on the other hand, was brimming with excitement.

"Not sure." I replied rather disinterestedly.

Tsuneo's eyes widened, his light blue irises staring at me intensely before he laughed and nodded his head knowingly. "Ah I see, with a Quirk like yours I'm sure you have plenty of options! Can't decide on which school to go to, am I right?"

With a Quirk like mine? I mean I guess in comparison to his, my Quirk was pretty great. My Quirk is Solar Powered Fire, meaning I have the ability to shoot fire from my hands, as long as light from the sun's rays touches my skin. This of course meant my Quirk was entirely useless at night, or in a building with no windows.

I scratched my head and replied, "Well to be honest…I'm not even sure if I want to be in the Hero business."

"What?! Akio, you can't be serious! You'd let a Quirk like yours go to waste? Think of all the bad guys you could take down with it!"

Think of all the buildings I could burn down….or people I could scorch… Not to mention I'd be restricted to only stopping villains who are attacking in broad daylight.

Almost as if echoing my thoughts, a feminine voice chimed in, "Think of all the innocent people he could hurt."

Both Tsuneo and I looked over to see our classmate Kimiko Mizutani, walked over to us with her usual refined posture. Kimiko Mizutani, long flowing white hair, dark blue eyes, fair skin, a bit taller than most girls in the class, and one of the best students in the school in terms of grades and Quirk. She looked down at the two of us with a cold stare.

Tsuneo rubbed a hand through his short grey hair and chuckled nervously, "W-what's up Mizutani?"

She glared, her eyes full of disdain for us as she spoke, "What's up, is how laughable it is that either of you think that you'll be Heroes."

A few of our remaining classmates turned to look at the confrontation, while Kimiko's friends came over to listen in closer.

"What's that supposed to mean!?" Tsuneo asked defensively.

Kimiko laughed and pointed at him. "The simple fact is that your Quirk is useless," she then pointed to me "and his is dangerous."

Tsuneo's Quirk was Liquid Walking, meaning he could walk on any form of liquid as if it were a solid object. He knew it wasn't very combat practical, but he knew he could prove useful in saving people, rather than fighting villains.

"It…it isn't useless! And what's that about Akio's Quirk being dangerous!?"

Kimiko scoffed, "Oh right I'm sorry, his Quirk isn't dangerous, he is. Can we really risk letting someone like him train with Pro Heroes? In the end he'll just be another pathetic villain, just like his mom."

The look of annoyance on my face had become a mixture of anger and sorrow. She was always boasting about how great Heroes are, and how she was going to be one of the top ranked Heroes in the country someday. In her mind, the Pro Heroes could do no wrong, but I knew the truth, and the fact that she brought up my mom just made it even worse.

"Hey, that's too far!" In place of my silence, Tsuneo shouted in my defense.

Kimiko, just continued to glare daggers at me. I looked away, trying not to let her know she was getting under my skin. In the end she just shook her head, scoffed, and began walking out of the class; her friends in tow.

She looked back and said, "Some of us are destined to be Heroes, some of us aren't. It's time you accepted that fact."

And with that, she was gone. Tsuneo noticed my look and patted me on the shoulder.

"C'mon man, I'll buy you something from the convenience store on the way home."

I stood up and chuckled slightly, "You don't need to do that dude."

He just shook his head with a smile on his face and dragged me by the arm. "Nope, you need to cheer up, and my mom says free food helps you to forget about a bad day!"

I sighed and went along. "Fine you win, but I really doubt your mom says that."

I made it seem like I didn't care, but in reality I was incredibly thankful to Tsuneo for sticking by me, and thankfully I think he was able to pick up on that fact. He was a true friend unlike Kimiko. Yes, Kimiko actually used to be friends with the two of us, however that all changed when she learned my mom was a villain. After that day, she drifted away from us and she progressively grew to be very cold towards me. Her words still lingered in my mind.

"Some of us are born to be Heroes, others aren't"

Maybe she was right.

After Tsuneo and I parted ways, I began the long trek home by myself under the warmth of the low afternoon sun. With my head down, I kicked an empty can absent mindedly as I cut my way through some alleyways to save some time. My mind was muddled with thoughts of Kimiko and her friends ridiculing me. "It's not like I want to do Hero work, but what else can I do? I'll never be a true Hero in a society like this, and I don't want to get stuck in some dead end job like dad, so what should I-" my thought process had come to a halt when I heard what sounded like arguing. Curious, I turned down another path in the alleyway, the voices becoming clearer.

"Li, come on, the place we have already isn't as bad as you say it is," a feminine voice whined.

A masculine voice quickly responded, "If you expect us to stay in some old vermin ridden building for the next couple of months you are sorely mistaken!"

I got a little closer, curious as to what they were talking about.

The female voice sighed with exasperation, "Look, I know a few more guys who might have a place for us, but after that we are heading straight back to the hideout. Seriously, you should be thankful, I missed my afternoon nap for this," the woman said in a tone that was accusatory yet somehow lackadaisical.

"Well then let's not waste time, come on, lead the way."

I dared to get even closer, now poking my head around the corner to see the faces these voices belonged to.

When I looked, I saw a man in a long white coat with his hood drawn, next to him was a woman with long disheveled black hair wearing a grey sweater and some darkened jeans. Suddenly, the woman looked past the man, and was looking straight at me. Reflexively I stepped back away from them as the man turned to see what caught his friend's attention, and in doing so, also spotted me. His face was hidden by a black and white mask, but through the eye slits I could see two dark green eyes staring at me murderously.

"Hmm? A school student?" the woman said with curiosity.

They were looking me up and down, examining my uniform. The man stepped closer, still analyzing me. As he got closer I then remembered who this man was, that mask, I had seen it on TV a few nights ago. The left half was white while the right half was black, and in the center was the symbol of an old fashioned scale, which was opposite colors, the left being black while the right was white. The two pans of the scale served as slits in the mask for the man to stare down his enemies with those dark judging eyes.

"Y-you…you're that villain…" my thoughts had unintentionally come out as actual words.

The woman chuckled, "Looks like you're getting famous, Libra."

The villain known as Libra, was now walking forward with haste, his hand raised. It was clear he was getting ready to use his Quirk! I quickly stepped back into the sunlight that was peeking into the alley, instantly I felt the suns warmth fill my body with heat. I raised my hand as it caught flame. "Hopefully this will get him to back off," I thought somewhat nervously as I readied my hand to spew a jet of fire.

"Oh?" the woman's curiosity was piqued once more, as a smile formed on her face.

Libra didn't stop like I planned however. Instead, he rushed in and tackled me to the ground, restraining my wrists. I was ready to shoot fire from my hands, but….nothing happened, I felt nothing, like the fire had gone out within me.

"What?" I asked nervously as I looked up at the man.

Libra got up, looking down on me like I was some kind of insignificant bug. He finally spoke, "I've made us equal. If you're still eager to fight, then by all means get up and try."

After thinking about it for a few seconds I came to the conclusion that his Quirk must somehow nullify other Quirks, and if that was the case I'd be doomed if I fought him. I quickly got to my feet and stammered out, "Look, I'm sorry I interrupted whatever this is…I swear I won't tell anyone I saw you here! I'm just a student, please I don't want trouble, I was just defending myself."

Libra glared at me, but his female friend chuckled and walked forward in-between us.

Libra had a confused expression under his mask as he stared at the pale woman.

I could see her violet eyes look at me with delighted curiosity as she asked, "Your Quirk only works in sunlight?"

Still somewhat worried about the murderous Libra behind her, instead of saying yes, I just gave a nervous nod. The woman seemed delighted as she took a step forward.

"Was your mother's name, Hinata Nishimura?"

A look of utter surprise painted my face. That was indeed my mother's name, but who was this woman and how did she know that? She took another step as she seemed to be getting excited about something.

"Are you Solar Fury's kid?!"

Ah, now I got it. This woman had probably found out my mom's name after she was taken down by Pro Heroes and her identity was revealed afterward. But still, it had been ages since I heard someone use mom's villain name (I was always thankful Kimiko never used it and still referred to her by her real name). I nodded in affirmation to the woman's question.

The woman laughed as she turned back to Libra. "Today's your lucky day Li, haven't even started looking for members and you already have one fall into your lap."

Members? What did that mean?

Libra shook his head and scoffed, "What, this kid?"

The lady in the sweater snaked around me and placed her hands on my shoulders as she shook me a little. "This right here is the genuine flesh and blood of Solar Fury! I loved to see her exploits on the news when I was in college!" She then quickly walked over to Libra as she explained, "You wanted people to help with your plan, well you got one right here." She finished with a point to me.

I was confused. Did she think I'd help them just because my mom was a villain? It seemed Libra had the same idea.

"Just because his mother was a great villain, doesn't mean he is."

The woman pleaded, "Libra, Solar Fury was good, but she could have been great if she had some actual guidance. We can help this kid unlock his true potential."

I interrupted them as I began backing away. "Look this was all a big misunderstanding, I'm just going to go now…but I swear I won't tell anyone I saw you," I explained trying to keep my voice level and calm.

"What? Hey kid-" the woman was cut off by Libra.

"What's your name kid?"

I stopped once again and looked at Libra. They already knew who my mother was, so if he really wanted to know my name he could easily find out the name of the little boy who was with Solar Fury the night she died. Taking that into consideration, I decided to just come right out with the truth, "It's Akio. Akio Nishimura."

He looked me dead in the eyes as he said, "Well Akio Nishimura, I've got a question for you. Do you really think all Heroes are just and right? Are you happy with how the world is now?"

I composed myself the best I could and thought about what I should say. If I gave an answer he didn't like he would probably kill me… even so, I answered honestly. "No. I know first-hand that not all Heroes are as noble as they seem. The fact that most Heroes are driven by greed and vanity is what makes me reluctant to become one myself." I paused, wondering if I should continue. "I…I'm afraid I'll end up like them if I become a Hero. I want to change things, not just add to the problem."

Even behind that mask I could tell he had a look of surprise as he examined my face and body language. He seemed content with the answer because he closed his eyes and nodded.

"That's a good answer. You're different than most children your age." He got a pen and scrap of paper from his friend as he hurriedly scrawled something. Next, he handed me the slip of paper, which had a phone number on it. "You're free to go kid, but if you ever want to help fix this messed up society we live in, call that number." With one fluid motion, Libra turned and began walking down the alleyway.

The woman gave a mischievous smile as she waved to me. "I really hope you call us. I'd love to see what the son of Solar Fury can do." After that the woman followed after her friend.

I had held my breath until the moment I saw both of them disappear into the alleyways. Once I knew for certain that they were gone I let out a sigh of relief, after all, that was the first time I came face to face with actual villains. Suddenly I felt the fire stir within me once more, which meant whatever Libra had done to me, had worn off. I've heard of a Pro Hero called Eraserhead with a Quirk that did something similar, but when Libra cancelled out my Quirk he called us "equal". I brushed off the thought, and began to walk the normal way home. Idly, I looked at the slip of paper with the number on it as I walked.

"Fix things huh?"

Thanks for reading. The chapters will get longer as I continue to write the story, but for now they will be fairly short. If you have any advice for me please leave a review or message me.

Also, I've already come up with quite a few ideas for villains and Pro Heroes, but if you feel like sharing an OC idea of yours and want it in the story then by all means message me and tell me about them, like if they're a hero or villain, their Quirk, their personality type, etc. Be as detailed as you want.