Damon, an American who moved to Japan with his father after his mother died when he was five years old. His quirk is called Devil. His quirk gives him fiery red skin and two horns that protrude out of his forehead about 1/5 of meters. His quirk gives him a bust to his physical prowess, busting his strength, speed and endurance. He also has the pyrokinetic aspect of his quirk. He can control only the fire that he produces but has fire protection from all types. Growing up, whether, in America or Japan, he was bullied because of his quirk. He had always wanted to be a hero and he was bullied because of it. He thought that it would be different in Japan but it was only a little better.
It was better because of one person. A green-haired boy named Izuku Midoriya. They didn't go to school together, unfortunately, they don't go to the same school and have only met once. But that meeting was enough for Damon. They were 14 at their first meeting.
Damon was walking down the street with his headphones on listening to Panic Room by Theory of a Deadman and the hood of his Theory of a Deadman hoodie up. It didn't hide his horns but it hid the stares of the people that he knew were present, and he knew that some were on the edge of calling for a hero if he so much as glanced their way.
"That's how society is right now I guess." He thinks. "In this society stereotypes are onto someone based on their quirk. Does someone have a flashy quirk? He must be a hero or will be one. If someone has a quirk that goes against morals? Oh, that's a villain quirk and they can't be a hero. I have a quirk that makes me look like a devil and everyone thinks I'm already a villain. You'd think that with heroes like Gang Orca that people would learn to not judge a book by its cover. But unfortunately, that's not it." It was precisely this reason that he had anger issues.
He had just bought some ingredients to make dinner that night because his father was not going to be home... again. Every week his father would the night at the bar and probably someplace else. Though he was not angry at his dad, in fact, these days were his free days. The days when his father didn't want him to do something.
He had just rounded the corner a couples doors down from his house and immediately notices some blond boy with explosive hands chasing another kid with green hair.
He turns off his music and heads over to see what.
"Get back here Deku! I've told you once and I'll tell you again give up on your dream."
Damon sighed another bully victim by the looks of it. He had help.
"HEY, leave him alone." The two stop and look at Damon as he pulls his hood down.
"What the fuck did you say to me, fucking extra?"
"I said leave him alone as you obviously can overpower him and beat him into the ground just makes you look like a wimp."
The blond stalked over to Damon and blasted his chest. When the smoke cleared, there was a hole straight his hoodie and the shirt underneath. But the skin remained unblemished.
Damon looked down and saw the hole. "That was my favorite hoodie." He looked back at the blond. "You motherfucker."
Damon placed the bag of food down and placed his hand on the blond's chest, pushing him back as he walked. "Now, how are you going to pay. With cash." He stopped walking and looked the blond straight in the eye make his inner rage known. "Or pain?"
The blond looked scared for a second before he steeled himself. "Fuck you, you can't do shit to me, extra."
Damon laughed. "Wanna test the theory?" Then flames started to jump from his exposed skin. He then checked his watch. The fire died and he turned around. "I don't have time for you. Gotta get home and make dinner."
He got to the street before a voice called out. "Wait!"
Turning around he saw the green haired boy running over to him with a notebook in his hand. "Your quirk looks cool, can you tell what it is?"
Damon looked at him surprised, shocked that someone would think that his quirk was cool. "Oh, yay sure. My quirk is called devil." They spent the rest of the walk to Damon's house talking about his quirk.