"Young man, you were never a monster... And I can't wait for you to become a hero."

Those words rang in his head over and over again, it had been a simple sentence, but the words held a deep meaning.

No, perhaps it was because it was All Might himself who said it, that they held so much power.

And now he was standing in the middle of a destroyed beach, hauling whole refrigerators away from the piles of trash.

His arms were covered in the black inky slates ending in razor-like claws. A new move that he had developed over the past two months.

By turning only a single part of his body into the beast, he could curve most its control over his body, but at the cost of his firepower.

Well, in his current state, control was what was most important.

Even now, he could feel the beast clawing at his mind, desperate to feel the same freedom that it had experienced in his brief battle against the sludge villain.

His body moved once more because at least this way, he could keep his mind off of his innermost thoughts.

Claws grasped the metal frame of a refrigerator, tearing massive rends in its sides before it finally split in two. He casually tossed the pieces aside.

At the pace he was going, he'd be long since finished before he reached U.A.

...

His assumption was well founded in the end; it barely took him three months to finish the beach.

And now he had nothing to distract him from school.

Or from the nervous eyes that followed him around the school. After all, he defeated a villain that their school's so-called "strongest" could not.

And it didn't end at school.

Teachers, parents, pedestrians merely walking down the street, and even the pro's, they all seemed to fear him.

And it was only after he got home did he discover why... He was all over the internet.

Videos and blogs, new stations and articles.

Even after three months, he was still front and center in it all.

The highest recommended video had been All Might and Endeavor arguing over whether he should be put in jail for his actions.

Well, it didn't matter now anyway.

...

Standing in front of the gates to U.A. was a different experience than what he was used too.

The people here were meant to be the next generation of heroes, but they sure didn't act like it.

All around him he saw people that should never be allowed in, a girl that had a quirk that let her increase the size of ahem "certain" parts of her body was showing off to a group of boys, none of which could stop drooling.

Another guy was using his quirk to steal others belongings, a mild form of telekinesis.

He wasn't even going to mention the short guy with what appeared to be purple balls on his head.

He could already feel the migraine coming on.

...

Scratch that now he could feel the migraine coming on. But sitting in a room designed to echo with a rock and roll teacher screaming into a microphone would do that to you.

The explosive blonde glaring at him didn't help either.

And now he had to deal with one of the most serious students he had ever met belittling him.

His body glared on its own, and thankfully that was enough to make the boy sit back down...

And successfully make ninety percent of the audience freak out.

Not his proudest moment.

...

Now he stood outside the massive walls of the examination field, trying not to have a mental breakdown.

Some might think it was because of the nervous stares tent his way, or because every time his body moved, they'd switch into a fighting stance.

But they would be wrong.

He was having a mental breakdown because of the short-haired girl who stood in front of him. Her chestnut colored hair was swinging slightly as she tried to calm her own raging nerves.

Every part of the beast within screamed in joy, claiming to have found another queen, but he managed to keep himself under control, all be it barely.

The only thing that managed to steal his attention away from her was the ever booming voice of Present Mic signaling them to start.

The gates opened and like a bullet, they shot forward, Midoriya lagging behind and taking a separate path than what the rest had taken.

His first prey came into sight as he transformed his arms and legs, claws and talons shredded the armored plating of the three-pointer before his body pivoted and a sharp kick made contact with a two-pointer who had been sneaking up on him.

"Five."

Claws tore the core from three more that rounded the corner on him.

"Elvin."

'Keep calm and think through this, you still have plenty of time.'

And so it went on, smashing, slashing, tearing them limb from limb, it didn't matter he was finally letting loose for a change.

It was at the peak of his high when he felt the ground shake.

And then the pain came, clawing at the back of his mind as the monster within tried to force its way out. Its desperate pleas to save her echoing throughout his brain.

He stumbled forward as if on a predetermined path, holding on to the edges of the buildings as he went.

And then he saw why.

Trapped under a pile of rubble was the same brown-haired girl from before.

Right behind her was the very obstacle they were all told to avoid.

Its body stood well over forty meters tall and shook the very ground as it moved. Its wheels were pummeling the concrete into so much fine powder.

He stood in horrified silence for a few crucial seconds.

And then he snapped.

He was in front of the rubble pinning her before anyone could even process what had happened — his muscular tail crushing the debris as it yanked her shocked body out of it.

With a flick of his tail, she was sent flying through the air landing against one of the larger students as he struggled to catch her body.

'I really need to stop throwing people.'

He didn't have time to think about that, though.

Bringing his arm up he sunk his fangs into his own flesh, grimacing in pain as he tore a chunk out of his skin, letting his acidic blood melt through its hull and exposing the circuitry underneath.

Then he went berserk.

He couldn't control his body as he tore his way through layer after layer of the behemoth, every swing rending metal as sparks flew.

And when he finally finished all the was left of it was scrap metal.

That and the horrifying roar that soon followed.

He let his body fall with a silent mumble.

"52."

And then only darkness awaited him.