Even in this modern day world where wonderful powers were held by nearly everyone. In which breakthroughs in science came with each unique quirk user deciding to pursue the scientific field. It's a golden age of quirks and hero's.

Despite all the gifts humanity held at it's very basis it still couldn't fight the flawed nature of themselves and the universe around them. For with the rise of each hero there was three villains.

This is from a legal standpoint, if we don't consider the abuse of power a hero can cause or various other deeds and acts that can be classified as "Villainous". For every hero forged from the fire of determination or born into greatness there was three villains rising in the flames of a deadly sin.

Be it the formerly abused and overly angry villain who strives to vent his frustration on whatever target it can find. Perhaps the greedy bank robber who grew up with not a dime to his name on. . . Or the most prideful and dangerous seeing themselves as revolutionaries of a new world or fighting for a flawed ideal.

Some simply villains out of the conditions that be their life. Despite the rare naturally born psychopath, the more twisted the person the more likely some horrible secret life had scared them. Leaving marks that would always sting no matter the time. This is the story of one of the greatest villains of this age.

Belonging to a single mother Izuku's life was not the best. For at the age of five, he had always noticed some sort of percentage lingering in his head. Some instinctive part of him knew this was his quirk. A percentage in his head. . . .

When he tried to wake up his mother who was sleeping deeply after working so hard all he gained was a small mumbled congrat as she fell back asleep. Ever since the poor boy's dad disappeared, Inko had been struggling to keep her head above water. Cutting expenses and moving to a far cheaper apartment only a few blocks down.

Izuku was slightly disappointed by his mother's lackluster reaction. Instead, choosing to try and tell his best friend. One who had been drifting further and further away with everyday that passed. In his flawed attempt to reconnect with his best friend he approached Bakugou the next day at school as fast as his small legs would carry him.

Bakugou raising his eyebrow at his friends apparent speed and excitement Bakugou would say. "The heck are you so excited for deku?" Izuku did somewhat flinch and falter in his speed at the apparent nickname Bakugou had been using for the past few weeks. Due to the excessive energy Izuku held, Izuku easily recovered as he said. "I-I got my number in my head! It's a percentage I just know it's got to do with my quirk!"

Bakugou would pause before bursting out in laughter the young child saying "you got a number in your head? You sure you're not crazy?" Izuku paused as the disappointment sunk in as Bakugou's laughter increased. Then, like a divine wind had brushed by that disappointment was blown away as Izuku feel the 0% slowly increase to 1%. "Oh! It increased now it's one!"

The laughter increased tenfold as Izuku felt more disappointment to replace the excitement as Bakugou says. "So it increases the more disappointing you are!" The large words that Bakugou was using was a testament to his knowledge at a young age. He and Izuku had both been budding geniuses at such a young age.

As Izuku was left there standing at the laughing Bakugou walks away Izuku realized something. He didn't like this feeling- With that interaction he could slowly feel that meter raise to 2%.

For Inko, each day was a struggle she could barely manage the will to pass. Working exhausting hours, coming home and then taking Izuku to school was simply wearing her down. The repetition of each day, had slowly dragged the struggling Inko down into the murky depths of uncertainty.

One piece to a formula, for this stress had caused Inko to head home everyday had degraded her care for her self control. One sip of fireball a day turned into two with ease from there three. This procedure lasted until Izuku was the tender and eager age of nine. . .

Everyday Inko would drink and sleep and then work. Probably destroying her liver, as she kept cutting Izuku's toy and hero budget to buy more and more. Somewhere in those years since Izuku was five his mother and him had stopped celebrating Christmas, and various other holidays further cutting Izuku's connection to the outside world.

It had hurt Izuku for awhile but at least he could still use the oldish computer to browse the internet to watch his favourite hero videos despite how blurry and grainy they seemed to show.

Izuku was currently using today to explore his somewhat run down neighborhood with a smile. The small warmth of a 48% resting in the back of his head as he walked. He had started to avoid Bakugou ever since he revealed his quirk. Bakugou had found a pair of new friends to continue on bullying Izuku and various people.

The current thoughts of Bakugou brought Izuku to a stop remembering what happened the day before. When Izuku had stopped Bakugou from beating down some kid who was about to move away. Izuku had ended up taking the beating for him he still had a few bruises on his chest and his back was still bruised from Bakugou stomping on his back.

Right now as Izuku walked down the street he could feel the stinging pain as his shirt rubbed against his back. As he walked through the small little neighborhoods acting as a buffer between the rundown and far more ghetto parts and the "upstanding part" of the city. Eventually he would come across, a decent little squirrels hole.

He would smile, bright as always eager for possibly seeing a squirrel or some sort of creature inside of the hole. As he bends over tilting his head to view inside the hole and squinting unprepared for what came next. Without warning something cold and hard smashed into his skull.

Like a dose of cold hard reality hitting him, he falls over clutching his head groaning opening his eyes trying to register what had happened to him. His eyes locking onto three forms, Bakugou's two friends and Bakugou. As the angry red eyed Bakugou walked forward growling. "You know how much trouble you got me into? Almost got me suspended shithead. So, I took a few minutes to shove a water balloon into a freezer so I can get baypack".

That's when the now crying Izuku finally had his senses returned as he felt something warm on the side of his head. . . 49% ringing in his head as something wet and thick ran down the back of his head as he groaned. Curling in on himself, unable to speak as his head rung in pain. The words Bakugou saying fuzzy. As Izuku recovers he coughs horribly trying to regain his breath as all he can see is Bakugou's legs walking away as he struggles to stand

Eventually, he forces himself to breathe as slowly he begins to once more stand as he makes his way forward. . . Before falling to the ground once more tripping on his own legs and groaning as he mewled out. "H-Help!" As he held his head. His heart beating as suddenly- He becomes even more distressed as he feels his body yanked up roughly and unwieldy causing him to panic as he finally feets that 49% zoom upwards into 69%.

Suddenly, a pain flares up inside his head mixing with the rush of the moment and someone lifting him up. . . He lashes out towards the closest living thing and begins sprinting eyes closed in a single direction the rush to much to handle and stay cognitive as he rushes forward unknowingly lashing out with his power.

His power, slightly went down to 65% as his power launched the homeless man backwards where he would land on his head. . . And lay still forever more. All the while, Izuku unaware of the murder he had committed as he ran forward terrified of what was happening.

Only cognitive enough as he runs home, proceeding to fall over outside his house exhausted and puking across the broken sidewalk as he sat there feeling absolutely sick to the stomach from exhaustion. Some blood still dripping down the gash on his head, somewhat hidden by his hair.

The gash surrounded with dried and crusted blood as Izuku entered his home to observe his head. His mother off somewhere, as Izuku heads into the bathroom at the tender age of ten telling himself everything was fine.

That's what he chanted to keep himself together from losing his shit as he began using what little he had in the bathroom to clean his head. Crying, as he applied the cleaning agent to his wound letting it bubble as it cleans the wound.

He still missed when his mother would take care of his wounds, of when he had someone to actually to care for him. Sitting there, as he gave it a extra large bandaid covering it. His stomach grumbled then, alerting the boy who had finished cleaning the wound on his head that his body needed substance.

Izuku ignored the sound of his stomach growling, taking a few moments to cry into the sink at the new feeling of chronic constant pressure in his head. This being his first time, being above 50% and thus his first time dealing with the new sensation of pain in his head

In Izuku's head, a headache raged with a fiery burn that some would compare to a drink of hard liquor sliding down their throats he'd stand their crying before he finally managed to tolerate the pain just enough to stand he began dragging himself to his kitchen.

Izuku missed when his mother would make him dinner. Frowning as he climbed onto the countertop so he could reach the top of the fridge to grab some noodles. Grunting as he takes a second to lean against the countertop as the pain in his head spikes for a few seconds as he groans.

He wished mom would come home and return to her wonderful caring personality. It stresses Izuku as he thinks for just a second- His mother would never return to her wonderful and caring attitude spiking his internal meter to 71% as he begins cooking his noodles and eggs on the stove.

This story for the poor boy will not get any brighter for this is the story of how a single boy is shaped from innocence and love into a cruel dark monster.