OK! ALRIGHT! im back on this shit. i prolly shouldnt start a new fic but here we are. i wanted to try a genuinely villianous oc who is total bitch™ so i could explore stuff like the hero-villian dynamics in society that were in the hero killer stain arc. so just a warning, this oc is very mean but i promise she gets better! also! its an oc but im pretty vague about details of her appearance so its more a 1st person reader insert or self insert ngl

(just a heads up btw! this is a cross post from my ao3 story under the same name with the username 'screamingplant' which typically updates faster so check that out!)

MARI YOSHIZAWA WANTS TO BE A HERO

I killed a man when I was nine years old.

An extraordinarily young age, I know, but this is hardly a brag. Simply a fact about me.

Others may call it 'context' or an 'explanation' for the person I am today, but those people would be wrong.

The experience didn't traumatise me; it was quite the opposite.

I killed a man when I was nine years old and that is when I finally began to really see the world around me.

I killed a man and I understood then and there what kind of shitty society we live in. A society that is based of the glorification of so-called heroes based on how flashy their quirks are, or how high their villain death toll was.

The kind of society I live in is one where everything is perceived to be black or white. Since the birth of 'quirks' there are two kinds of people. Good people (i.e heroes) and bad people (i.e. villains).

And supposedly, it is as simple as that. The duality of good and evil is as simple as night and day, and there is no room for argument.

You do bad, you are bad.

You have a 'villainous' quirk, you are a villain.

You kill someone, you are a murderer.

But life isn't as black and white as the hero-worshipping fools around of us believe, and that is why it was my job to change that.

I would be an Unconventional Hero; I would blur the lines of morality and prove that even Villains can do good and even Heroes are Sinners.

When I was nine, I decided to become a Hero with the power to do good and evil. The world around me is black and white, and I, an unconventional grey.

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My name is Mari Yoshizawa, and I am hated by my peers.

Mari written with the kanji '真理' meaning 'rebellion' or 'truth'. An ironic but fitting name.

I am a middle schooler and I attend one of the worse public schools in the district, Aldera Junior High.

What makes this school so bad?

Well, for starters I attend, which makes it x10 worse if you ask any gossiping mother, but mainly it was the school's rampant bullying.

In this school there was a certain hierarchy the children had established, based on how flashy your quirk could be. People like Bakugou Katsuki, who could make explosions from his hands were revered as gods while the unfortunate souls without quirks, like Midoriya Izuku, were stepping stools for said 'gods'.

And while it was pretty bad to not have a quirk, it was arguably even worse to have horns and a devil's tail, as well as a possession quirk. Speaking from my own experiences, of course.

I inherited my father's quirk - a powerful albeit 'concerning' power in which I can possess someone's body whenever I make eye contact with them, for a limited time. Right now, I could probably push to about two minutes max, but doing that for so long was a risk itself. Not only would I likely have a monster headache or nosebleed, but when I possess someone I no longer have control of my own body, resulting in my body going limp like a soggy noddle until I return to my own consciousness – which, yeah, was a pretty huge vulnerability.

So, when you think about it, my quirk was actually pretty damn weak.

But school kids don't really get that. All they see is the red horned body snatcher and that's enough to scare them off.

You see, I wasn't quite bullied like Midoriya Izuku was.

No, instead, I was ignored. Avoided.

Feared.

But that wasn't all that bad. I wasn't all that sociable to begin with, so it all worked out in the end.

And besides, it's a bit of a power trip; having some kid scared shit-less when they bump into your shoulder in the hallway.

I never cared about what kids like Bakugou Katsuki and Midoriya Izuku thought about me, anyway. In the end, they are no more remarkable than any other All Might adoring hero fanboy, brainwashed like the rest of them.

I really, really, didn't care. But then again, here I am.

Here I am, watching Midoriya Izuku fish his school supplies out of a school fountain after a certain explosive blonde set them alight and threw them out the window.

I don't care, yet I find myself calling out to him anyway.

"They don't care about people like us."

I don't bother to introduce myself, or even announce my presence, which shows because the green haired boy jumps slightly before turning to me.

Emerald green eyes bore into mine, curious yet...?

Ah.

There it is.

Curious yet scared.

"A-are you talking to me?" Midoriya Izuku asks me. He's shivering. Is it because he's drenched or scared? I can't tell.

I sigh quietly. I really try not to roll my eyes, there's no need to antagonise him further for now. "You see any other bullied quirkless kids around here?"

Midoriya flinches at the term. As in, he actually recoils just from the word 'quirkless'. Sensitive spot, I suppose. He quickly adopts the expression of someone who's swallowed an entire lemon.

I stand off the wall I was leaning against and face him fully. "People like Bakugou Katsuki and his lackeys." I clarify, noticing the confusion in his eyes. My gaze lands on the red and gold keychain on his bag. "People like All Might. People who call themselves heroes. They don't care about the odd ones. They don't care about me, and they definitely don't care about you."

I don't know why I'm telling him this.

I don't care about him, and I doubt he'll ever really understand what I'm trying to tell him. No, definitely not. Midoriya Izuku is too timid, too self-conscious to think for himself.

If the boy looked nervous before, he now looked like he'd stepped on a Lego barefoot, or wore wet socks to bed, or came across a sex scene while watching a movie with his parents. He seemed beyond uncomfortable.

Interestingly enough, he wasn't regarding me with the same fear he did with the notorious 'Kacchan' or with the same expression the other school kids gave me. It was a similar type of apprehension, but definitely not the same.

Nervously and after a drawn out pause, he mumbles quietly. "You're not quirkless, Yoshizawa-san."

I'm by no means surprised that he knows me. We were in the same class, after all, not to mention the 'bad rep' I have that seems to follow me everywhere.

I hum quietly, and then reply. "No, I have a quirk." A semi-powerful one too. "But I'm a creep." He winces at this, as if surprised by my abrasion. Which, once again, goes hand in hand with the bad rep, so it really shouldn't be a shock.

I continue, "They don't treat us like future heroes. We're villains to them, freaks and outcasts and threats to society. Cannon fodder for All Might to eliminate in the name of peace. We're unconventional. And they hate that."

It's obvious that Midoriya tries very hard to ignore the jabs at his favourite hero, and instead asks, "You want to be a hero, Yoshizawa-san?"

"Do I not seem heroic to you, Midoriya Izuku?"

He flinches again and his face visbly pales. He's shaking more now. "N-No, no, o-of course y-you do, Y-Yoshizawa-san-" and here it comes, the notorious Midoriya stuttering.

Midoriya has adopted a familiar tone. The "im very scared and will say this to appease Mari" tone that most of my classmates seems to have, too.

I take a step closer to him. "What is it then, Deku?" I drawl out, purposely using his infamous nickname. "Do I seem villainous to you?"

Of course, the answer is obvious. Ask anyone at Aldera, hell, anyone in Musutafu, and they will always answer with a resounding 'YES'.

I was a creep; a villain in the making.

Evil.

Demonic.

R.

With another step my face is only inches away from his dimpled one. I reach out to him, a single finger caressing his red cheeks. Midoriya is shaking again and he looks as if he may faint – knowing him, it wasn't improbable.

"Am I bad person, Deku?"

I hold his face in my hand for a moment, watching the way his nervous green eyes dart around me, never quite meeting my own eyes.

"W-Why are you asking me this?"

A fair question. As established previously, I didn't care about people like him. And I didn't hide this fact either. Midoriya and I were distant classmates at best, and I was not now, nor would I ever be, a friend of his.

"I was bored," I settle with as an answer, looking away from the green haired boy with a sigh as I release him from my hold. Midoriya is visibly relieved when I take a step back from him.

"B-bored?!"

"I wanted to see what kind of person you were – no, what kind of hero you will become." Though not intentional, the term 'hero' leaves my mouth with venom.

Midoriya undoubtedly picks up on this. His eyes, fearful, silently implore me to continue.

"I'm still yet to decide."

And with that, I take my leave, beginning to walk away. However, I pause before I do, turning to him one last time. Midoriya is in the same spot as before, looking very affronted with what I had told him.

I settle on one last comment for the 'future hero' to think about. "The quirkless hero, Midoriya 'Deku' Izuku," I begin, recalling his bold claims of going to UA in class earlier that day. I continue, "Bullied all his life, unknowing of his secret quirk!" I say, dramatically gesturing on the last line. Midoriya's eyes widen, clearly confused. I finish. "Yes! The ability of a human being to function without a spine!"

And this, it seems, is the final nail in the coffin as the green haired boy's eyes widen and his mouth opens. It's obvious he wants to say something, anything, but he won't. I know he won't.

Midoriya needed to wake up.

I doubt he ever will, though.

I turn away from him once more, muttering one last final line, just loud enough for him to hear.

"And wouldn't that make for an interesting origin story, for a Villain."

im sorry deku i did you dirty (and not in the good way)

next ch. will be the entrance exams

((we live in a hero society, gamers rise up))