This is the story of how I became the worlds ... well, you'll see
My childhood was a rough one. My quirk awakened when I was four and it wasn't something people dreamed of having. More like something out of a nightmare. My quirks allows me to form tentacle like appendages from my body as well as the ability to absorb non-living material and synthesize it with my own flesh. It's an incredibly useful quirk combination that would serve me exceedingly well in the future, I mean try and avoid or attack someone who can swing a flexible steel beam at you at whim while also change the composition of their body to be the elements. Not a lot of people can manage it. But that is besides the point, as a child all the other kids see is weird flesh bits sometimes stretching from my body then picking up a rock/pencil/eraser/etc. and then engulfing it. This process involved more than a little bit of blood as while the absorption of various items was relatively painless, I did not have the control required as a kid to open a spot to absorb internally so breaking the surface of my flesh was required. Some would ask "Well why didn't you just not do that in front of other kids?" To that I would have to point at a couple side effects of my quirks. Side effect one, positive, the ability to manipulate your flesh translates to somewhat of a "regeneration" ability. I say somewhat because it's not true regeneration, I still suffered a wound, lost blood, and it requires energy and mass to seal it back up. Very important is that energy usage as it relates to side effect number two. Big Negative. Absurdly large appetite. Days that I don't use my quirk at all I can get away with eating around twice what your average adult would eat. Very active days I consume more than twice my own body weight. It is incredibly expensive and alls very odd to watch. As a kid I would always be eating or absorbing something throughout the day. Usually it was a pouch full of small pebbles of one type or another provided by my mother, but a child can only carry so much weight and it never lasted me the whole day. So I was shunned by my classmates, throw in a bit of racism for being half Japanese and some harassment that my dad was a "criminal" from ages six to twelve and you have a very jaded child who wants nothing to do with any other children. Not a great mix.
Before we jump into the real start of my story I'll let you in on a couple events that led up to it.
Age six, my dad was caught performing vigilante work and sent to prison for two years. My mom doesn't speak a lick of English so I had to translate almost every meeting with my teachers etc for her. This started a bit of pre racism, a lot of "Yo mom can't even speak properly" pissed me off greatly but as my dad was in jail for "violent acts" and my mother told me to ignore them, I just stewed in it. Dad got out tried and to find work but couldn't for awhile, nobody wants to hire a vigilante. Eventually he found work as private security but that didn't last long.
Age eleven. My dad is accused of stealing from the company he does security for and disappears. Kids make fun of me that my "dead-beat criminal dad" finally abandoned us but I know better. My mother knows better. My mother makes a call when my dad doesn't make his regular lunch call on the day he disappeared and a man showed up not fifteen minutes later and swept through the house before taking a stool and sitting by the door. My mother starts to cry as it hits the hour mark since my dad missed his call. The man at the door shudders when he hears her cry and looks at me with sadness, anger and a bit of care in his eyes before looking back out the door and trying to ignore the sound of my mother crying. The next day after my mother has finally cried herself to sleep a group of men arrive at our house. The man at our door, who is soon learn was my uncle, stepped outside and had a brief conversation and then "altercation" where he turned into a man made of diamond and beat the living hell out of the leader of the opposing group before throwing a business card at them. They left and never returned. My mother cried and watched the window for a week hoping that my father would show up. He never did, me and my uncle knew he never would. Worst 12th birthday gift ever.
Age twelve. A month had gone by since my dad "disappeared" and it's been a full month of hate and abuse from the other kids at school, the teachers ignore it. I'm the "son of a murderer/terrorist/criminal" etc. depends on the news outlet and whatever hot takes are in fashion. The news is starting to die down but it's already stained my school life, thank god the school year is almost over. We are going to an aquarium today. Last trip before summer, I'm going because it's painful to spend too much time around mom at the moment, otherwise I'd avoid this trip altogether. About two hours in to the trip a bunch of boys ambush me in the bathroom. This is the moment that the culmination of all the stress, hate and abuse finally snaps. The boy leading pushes me into a wall, my head slams against it and starts ringing. I push him back and then he punches me in the head, I fall and they start raining punches and kicks down at me. So many of them hit my head and the ringing grows to a crescendo and finally shatters, and all goes silent. A bit of me that shouldn't exist wakes up, it remembers... or knows things it shouldn't. It's surprised, then laughing, worried and finally furious when it gets to the current situation. My quirk explodes out and knocks all the boys away, a quick swipe of an appendage hits the light switch and then a nightmare. My body contorts and warps in ways I didn't know was possible and I become an abomination of a being, sharp edges and flesh in a mangled mash that rushes the group of boys and bowls them all over again, sharp edges fresh by their eyes and necks, until they have collectively screamed and wet themselves in terror. It took only moments and I am back to my original self, my body how it was before minus the wounds and that small piece of me fading into oblivion where it belonged but leaving me with strange information that I should not have. A teacher runs in and flicks the light on. Quickly accusing me of attacking the boys, I try to tell them otherwise but they don't list to anything. I can't really blame them for that though, I was the only one standing surrounded by a bunch of guys that pissed themselves and were now either passed out or hyperventilating. I was taken back to school and they called my mother. She showed up with my uncle and they tried to expel me, but without any actual harm to the boys in question my uncle put a stop to that. Instead they just gave me my graduation certificate and asked me not to return. It turns out I'd be doing one better. Leaving the country entirely.
This is where my story will start. Having left Canada and travelled back to my mother's family home in Japan. My uncle looking grim, my mom worried and myself emotionally exhausted and wanting just a moments peace. A moment that I would not get for at least another week.