Chapter 0:

The day tokyo fell

Tenko was suddendly snapped out of his stupor by the sound of multiple explosions (courtesy of compress letting the many sticks of dynamite out of their little glass prisons most likely), and chastised himself for dozing off. He was in the middle of a goddamn warzone that used to be the red light district of shinjuku, and here he was, thinking about things that held no meaning.

He had stopped for a hot second to catch his breath, only for his habit of overthinking to catch up with him as well, pulling the brakes on his brain and forcing Tenko to wonder: "How did it get to this ?", "How could we LET it get to this ?", "How did we fuck up SO BADLY ?","HOW DID I LET THIS HAPPEN?!?!?!?!?".

The 16 year old stopped his internal ranting and took in his surroundings. What was once the proud capital of Japan was now a mess of fire, rubble, collapsed buildings, dead bodies and hundreds of thousands of black, purple and white bodies. And not for the first time that day he thanked whathever god out there for Jin Bubaigawara.

Throughout the destroyed city, an unlimited amount of copies of a sad man sang their song of chaos, acting as living barricades between the things responsible for the current state of the city, and the outside world.

Such things were terrible abominations, something out of a 80s horror sci fi movie that spinner and him used to watch when he'd sleep over, or one of the light novel about angels and demons that touya denied so much that he loved.

They all had muscular bodies, with most of them having bone white skin, some with black marks on their bodies and god forbid some with entirely black bodies. Nomus. All with an unknow amount of quirks, all with laughable durability, but it didn't matter, for if a single one of them managed to escape the city limits and get to the sea, humanity was almost 100% fucked, heroes or no heroes.

Speaking of (actual) heroes, jin's sad man's parade was the only thing holding back the horde. The rest of his teammates were merely trying to get attention away from tenko himself.

Out in the distance he could see akihabara burning, smoke and hauntingly beautiful blue flames reaching for the night sky. Todoroki was keeping himself busy, drawing hundreds of nomus towards him, like moths drawn to a... well flame. Huh, good thing the nomus weren't very smart. But touya, powerful as he was, should be reaching his limit by now.

Tenko shook himself back to reality and started sprinting as quickly as his desceptively fast legs would allow him to. Before long he was leaving shinjuku and soon would reach the area known as shibuya. He could still hear the echoes of sako's explosions and somehow toga's insane laughter alongside the occasional panicked yell from spinner were loud enough for him to hear too. As were the screams of random people going about their (now ruined) night (and lives, all because of him).

Ever since Himiko-chan had gotten a hold of a piece of technology with syringes attached to tough yet flexible, retractable cables, she had started to mimick eraserhead with his capture weapon, except 10 time more deadly. Tenko remembered how happy the girl was when Himiko-chan got the gang of it.

Right now, she was putting it to good use, using the cables to pull herself towards a poor nomu, stabbing it in a vital spot and then using her gymnast like acrobatics to get back in the air.

Meanwhile, spinner had only his gecko like reflexes and ability to stick to walls to avoid the the horde and cutting down nomus. Compress' strategy to dealing with the monsters was to set traps using his marbles to kill nomus, while doing his best to stay out of sight from the abominations.

All three of them knew to avoid staying on the ground too long, for all it would take was one lucky hit from a nomu and the rest of the horde would mercilessly rip them apart.

Tenko had to hurry. His friends were amazing and maybe the best people on the world, but they could only hold back and draw attention away from him for so long. He needed to get to shibuya as quickly as possible in order to shut down all of these crimes against both nature and humanity. He had too many people depending on him reaching shibuya before it was too late, fucking up was not a option.

As he took a turn upon some unrecognizable street corner he came across 5 nomus that strayed from the rest of their group. He had to be quick about it. No time for hesitantion. His itch to destroy was eating him from the inside out, and for once he was happy to oblige.

Removing his quirk restraining gloves, something changed and Tenko Shimura was replaced by a ruthless, bloodthirsty demon.

Messy black hair turned the purest white, kind and beutiful crimson eyes gained a malicious glint to them, a cruel, bloodthirsty grin spread upon his chapped lips.

It took less than 7 seconds. The fuckers never stood a chance, only having enough time to catch a glimpse of a red, black and white blur before turning into piles of dust in the ruined street.

If you asked him, Tomura'd have said they looked better like that. If he had to pick a pro and a con of his quirk, it'd be how it left almost no trace, making clean up easy but on the downside it left no body, and was way too fast of a death.

He pushed back those thoughts, supressed his murderous instincts, put his gloves back on, and before long the kind hearted, black haired tenko replaced the psycothic white haired Tomura.

He had to keep going. He had to keep running. Not from his past. Not from his feelings. Not from monsters. Not from girls. Not from his friends. Not from his literal internal demons, but towards a chance at a better tomorrow, without stopping, or looking back.

Things were awful. Tokyo had fully gone to shit. The only people he cared about were in danger and it all was because of his fuck up.

Because he was too wrapped up in little his own shell of shit and depression to do anything about the pain of the person he loved.

Because he was too scared to hold the hand of the girl he loved and that was suffering. Because of his own self-hatred, many innocent people had died.

Tenko always had a love-hate relationship with heroes and society as a whole.

But now he had to get past his own bullshit, he had to do the one the one thing he both hated and loved at the same time.

Maybe it was his fault, but now that didn't matter.

He had to be a Hero.

He had to be HER hero.

End of the prologue

A.N: I suck at geography and probably suck even harder at mha geograohy, so sorry but I'll mostly be using real world locations in this fic