Prologue:

'Deku?'

I look around. Standing there is the person I have never expected to be standing there. The disbelief on his face makes him look weird. 'Kacchan,' I say. It's not a question, it's a confirmation.

'What the…,' he retaliates.

The girl under my feet grunts and twists as she's trying to get away from me.

'You haven't changed a bit,' I say.

He grinds his teeth. 'You have.'

I chuckle. 'Yeah, I have, though I'm not sure if it was for better or worse.'

A weird look crosses his face. Confusion. Misunderstanding. 'What the hell do you think you're doing, Deku.'

I lean forward as I grab her brown hair and lift her face up. Her face is contorted in pain and she's scared. 'I just wanted to say thank you to the girl that caught me back then.' Her eyes are filled with tears. 'I never had a chance to say it before.' Her body is trembling and her terrified aura radiates all around me.

'Let her go you bastard.'

'Hm? Are you talking to me?' I look back up at him again.

His entire stance tells me he's angry, terrified and confused, all at once.

'Alright, I'll let her go.'

Relief floods Kacchan's body.

'On one condition.'

The anxiety returns.

'Fight me, Kacchan.'

Confusion floods his mind. 'What the fuck are you on about,' he gnarls.

'Fight me, and I'll let her go. Not that hard, is it.'

'I don't understand why.'

I laugh loudly, but there's no one around to hear except for the two of them. 'You don't understand why? I never understood why either. Why I didn't have a Quirk, why I wasn't suitable to be a hero, why I was never granted any of my wishes. Do you really need a why? I don't have one. I just want to fight you, no strings attached.'

He grinds his teeth as his nostrils are flared from anger and frustration. The veins in his neck are visible as his anger spreads throughout his body. 'Fine, you fucking quirkless nerd.'

'Great!' I say as a grin spreads across my face. I take a step back as the girl scrambles to her feet and runs away, leaving the lingering scent of fear behind.

Without a moment to spare he leaps out at me, immediately aiming for my head. I simply grin as his face distorts into a smile and he collapses to the ground. The next second he's crying, feeling so much agony inside of him that he's unable to stop it from happening. I walk over to him as I smile.

'You seem a bit confused, Kacchan,' I say as I loom over him.

He doubles over from laughter but his mind is screaming anger.

'Turns out I've had a Quirk all along.'

'H-how,' he gasps.

bring my face closer to him as I place my foot on his chest to keep him down. 'I've always had a Quirk, I just never told anyone. Pretty fun, right?'

'You're sick.'

I raise an eyebrow at him.

'Am I? I don't remember being the one that bullied myself.'

His emotions are conflicted. He wants to be angry, but also sad, regretful. I won't let him.

I reach out my hand and touch his cheek. He turns away from me. I look at the girl sitting across the street, panting heavily. 'This is why you could never be a hero.'

I look back down at him again and cock my head to the side. 'And why's that?' I ask, amused.

I see him squirming under my boots, feeling uncomfortable and angry. He grabs my boot with both of his hands in an attempt to push it away, but I press down even further, depriving him of air.

'Because you're a sadistic piece of shit,' he gasps. 'You never think about others. You've always been like that.'

I grin. 'I'm surprised you noticed that.' I activate my Quirk once more as I see Kacchan's eyes soften. I lean in again. 'I always only think of myself because nobody else does.' I take my foot of his chest as his breathing evens out. I reach out my hand to him and he grabs it as I pull him to his feet. His body is filled with confusion and anger, but his mind is dazed with a completely different emotion. I look back at the girl. She is of no use to me, so I simply leave her be.

'You were never born to be a hero.'

I look at Kacchan, his real emotions breaking through the façade I'm putting up. I strengthen the output of my Quirk as I walk up to him and gently put my hand on his cheek. His eyes are crossed with confusion, fighting to break free, but his mind is not cooperating as I'm smiling.

'Who says I wanted to?'