Kamino Business District

"OPPRESSION ENDS TODAY!" The bellwether exclaimed through his megaphone. "For far too long, society has shunned us quirkless people and has deemed us as the unnatural ones. Acting as if the 20% of us have no place in this world!" He was tall and incredibly built, sporting short, curly green hair and brown eyes. Beside his head, his body was completely covered in blue and red armor that was sealed tightly onto him.

Behind him stood several other protesters with, all which followed a similar style of wearing full gray armored suits and sporting green hair. Together they angrily marched through the busy streets, their leader continuing to yell about their cause. "We are the Truists! The true humans who will not stand for this injustice any longer. I, Hardshell, will lead this glorious revolution and tear this superpowered world back to the old days of quirklessness!"

Throwing the megaphone aside, Hardshell's suit suddenly formed a helmet over his face and head, leaving just his hair exposed. The armor began to hum with power surging into it, the metallic red parts of the suit glowing hot in response. Cocking his fist back, he jammed his arm into the pavement.

POW

The entire right side of buildings collapsed as a huge fault line ruptured and grew, effectively shattering the street into two. Civilians dashed left and right, desperately trying to escape the violent protester's wrath.

"My followers, LET THE DESTRUCTION OF QUIRK SOCIETY BEGIN!" Hardshell screamed, his fellow green-haired followers charged through the street.

Little did they know, the group was being watched closely from afar.

"Sheesh, what a bunch of idiots," Shigaraki murmured as he took the last bite of his breakfast burger while witnessing the portion of the city being completely obliterated just a couple streets away. "Not that I totally disagree with him," He threw his wrapper aside on the roof.

"Tomura Shigaraki, return to me immediately. You cannot avoid a meeting of such importance if you wish to be my successor," The old man whispered to him telepathically.

The young man scowled. "I hate it when you're in my head. Get out."

"I will do what I must if you won't listen to me. We still have much to discuss."

"Fine. Take me back. But as soon as I get bored I'm ditching," Shigaraki groaned as grayish goop began to materialize in the air and consumed him. In a matter of seconds, he had disappeared completely from the roof.

Meanwhile

"It's the weekend Kacchan, shouldn't U.A. be closed till Monday?" Midoriya asked while his phone was sandwiched between his cheek and shoulder as he was tying his shoes.

On the other end of the line, Bakugou was currently sitting in the development studio of the support department with a pink-haired girl parallel to him who was staring hungrily at his muscular triceps with her golden eyes. "Staff work full time on campus stupid. Besides, I want my costume upgrade as soon as possible. I just need to go over my new designs with someone and I'll be good then," He explained to his friend on the other line.

"Ah man, I thought we were gonna get some video games to play later," Midoriya groused in disappointment.

Bakugou frowned, feeling a little guilty for having left his friend hanging. But getting stronger took higher precedence than playing games. "If I want to get any stronger, I'll need these upgrades ASAP. And I can stop by your place tomorrow to make it up," He excused himself. "Though you suck anyway," He teased with a grin.

"Only cause you spam attack! Well, I guess I'll go by myself. Good luck with those upgrades. I'll see you tomorrow then," Midoriya parted, ending the call.

Stuffing his phone back in his pocket, he confronted the pink-haired girl once more. "Had to take that really quick," he excused himself.

"No problem muscles. Now I think you left off on explosive punches and side cannons," Mei Hatsume said as she ran her finger up and down on Bakugou's defined chest that was hiding under his tank, much to his discomfort.

Shigaraki began to scratch his neck impatiently as he was forced to sit and listen. God it was boring. He was practically itching to just get up and leave, yet 'Sensei knows what's best for him' and was currently 'preparing' him as his successor.

He was at the laboratory, where rows of dozens of test tanks filled with a sickish and vile green liquid contained the latest creations the doctor had in store. By his side was All for One himself, sitting in his soft cushioned wheelchair while Shigaraki had to sit on some rough, rusty metal chair that was annoyingly uncomfortable. And in front of them was Dr. Ujiko, who was currently giving the most uninteresting presentation of some sci-fi nonsense about his new Chia pets or whatever.

"They are called Artificial Beings and they are the future of quirks as we know it," The doctor said while pointing to the creatures inside of the tanks. "Without even needing a live human subject, we can now manufacture our very own villains with just some DNA and stem cells. The row beside you is the latest generation that has been developed, waiting to be awakened." The young man rolled his eyes, his leg shaking up and down as he so desperately wanted to do anything other than listen.

All for One grinned at the sight. "They're not even human, yet they have a conscience. I'm impressed Dr. Ujiko, you've created actual monsters," He praised the sight behold him.

The doctor chuckled. "It was thanks to you of course. Luckily you won't have to sacrifice as many quirks like the Nomu's from before. I am telling you, these will be far more efficient."

Shigaraki suddenly spoke up. "You expect us to think this new batch of freaks will be any good without even one them leaving the lab yet? The Nomu's are fine the way they are," He barked, finally snapping after his patience had completely run thin.

All for One looked at his disciple with concern and nodded in agreement. "Tomura makes a point Dr. Ujiko. Do we even have data to prove that these soldiers are ready for use yet?"

Dr. Ujiko adjusted his goggles, slightly agitated at his hard work being criticized. "Very well then, how about I release one right now? If their physical and cognitive functions prove a success, we can start testing their power capability tomorrow?" He said in a passive-aggressive tone.

The villain kingpin nodded. "Yes, do what you must Dr. Ujiko. We will be anticipating your results," He said in his commanding and formal voice, much to his disciples' shock and unease.

"And what happens if it starts going awol and kills everything?" Shigaraki asked in a concerned voice.

All for One simply smiled. "Then I'll kill it," He answered. "Please, continue doctor."

Kamino Shopping Plaza

Hardshell and his crew advanced through the now decimated streets of the plaza, having effortlessly turned it into ruins. Shoppers dashed for safety, attempting to evade the wrath of the revolutionists as they prayed for someone to help. 'With these mech suits I built, my team and I could probably go up against just about any hero that might get in our way. Even him,' He growled under his helmet.

"Keep moving my followers, we're going to show the world what us quirkless people are really made of!" He cried to his followers

Suddenly on his heads up display alerted him of a high profiled individual approaching him and his group. 'Well well, it looks like the heroes have finally shown up,' His smile grew even wider. A fast-moving object started swinging from above before landing in front of the group of terrorists, blocking their path. Kamui Woods stood tall before them, glaring at Hardshell and his team.

'Damn, I didn't want you,' Hardshell muttered in disappointment.

"You villains! How could you cause this much destruction and feel no remorse? You are being charged for domestic terrorism and destruction of property!" The wood hero announced as he took a fighting stance.

Hardshell let out a laugh. "Yeah, okay hero. Try me," He scoffed smugly.

Kamui Woods jumped into the air, using his branches to then pull him forward until he was hovering over the small army. "LACQUERED CHAINS PRISON," he shouted, punching his arm in the air at the villains as several branches sprouted from his wrists. In an instant, the group of terrorists were completely wrapped in the hero's strong wooden binds.

"Got you! Now you are going to wait here as the authorities arrive to detain you all!" He shouted and while he latched himself onto the walls of a damaged building.

However, he did not expect what happened next. Like a chorus, the Truist began to laugh unanimously. "He thinks he really got us huh?" one them snickered.

"These heroes really are weak Hardshell sir!" another one joked to their boss.

Kamui Wood's eyes widened as he watched his opponent's suits glow a simmering hot red. The branches wrapped around them began to catch fire, freeing them while the hero winced from the burns. Retracting his quirk, his arm smoked from the burns.

'I thought the suits just gave them super strength!' Kamui Wood held his arm in pain.

Just then, the wood hero found himself suddenly face to face with Hardshell himself who had leaped in front of him. Futility putting his arms in front of him as defense, Kamui Wood felt himself get punched by an overwhelming force that felt like he was being hit by a truck. Immediately he and the part of the building he was hanging on were pelted away, his mind spun as he went dizzy from spinning around in midair.

BAWM

Landing hard on the ground, he felt himself lose feeling throughout his body. Just barely, he was able to inspect his arms. 'M-My wrists! They're bent and burnt! If they weren't charred then I regenerate no problem. Arh, damn you villains,' he lamented as his destroyed arms collapsed back to his side. 'Someone else, please help!'

The gathered Truists laughed with each other after having seen the famous hero go down with little effort and launched far from them. "And all it took was one punch!" Hardshell goaded to his crew, who cheered loudly at their leader's flawless victory.

But on the inside, the villain still felt unsatisfied as he had another target on his mind. 'Where the hell is that bastard? His agency is right in Kamino so where the hell could he be at a time like this?' he grumbled under his breath 'He's gonna pay for crushing my dreams! I'll kill him myself for what he said to me that day…"

Turning to his followers, he retracted his helmet, facing them eye to eye once more. "Alright everyone, listen up! If we really want to get this revolution rolling then we're gonna have to split up. I want half of us to take the west side while the other group heads east of Kamino. Destroy anyone who isn't quirkless and devastate anything that symbolizes this disgusting world we live in! Any questions?"

With everyone having understood the rather simple instruction, only one person raised his hand up. "Which team are you going with sir? Cause I wanna be on whatever team you're on?" his teammate asked excitedly.

Hardshell let out of scoff. "I'll be going by myself. I have a score I need to settle before I can join you all again," He admitted before punching his mechanical fist into his palm. "It's personal..." the villain muttered in a sinister tone.

The Kamino Train Station

Midoriya exited the train cart, figuring that he'd still go out even if Kacchan was busy. At the moment, he was engaged in reading the catalog he had kept for his shopping spree today. 'Man, the video game store is having a blowout sale today. And the comic store has some deals for action figures,' He smiled at the sight of the adverts.

However, his train thought was interrupted when suddenly his and everyone else's phone vibrated violently as the familiar emergency alert notification rang.

He and many other pedestrians quickly checked the situation as they took out their cellulars. 'Let's see, a threat-level demon huh? And it's a group of quirkless terrorists armed with strength enhancing mech suits. Huh, seems kinda bori- wait a minute…"

A vein pulsed around his temple as he felt himself build up with rage. "They destroyed the plaza?! What the hell, I was just about to go there!" he groaned. Another alert message popped up on his screen.

'And please, if one spots any green-haired males… evacuate from the area immediately...' He looked up and felt himself get cold feet as he gained several stares from those around him.

"Run! It's a Truist!" Someone screamed on the sidewalk Midoriya was on, pointing at his curly green head.

"I'm not a terrorist! Shut up!" Izuku yelled back in defense. However, it was already too late as a frenzy erupted with people running away from him. 'Shit these guys really just had to ruin my day,' he thought to himself agitated as his perfectly good weekend was now soiled. As the vengeful thoughts festered in his head, he then curled his hand into a tight fist. "That's it, these guys are getting punched," He muttered to himself in a pissed voice.

The other half of the Truist group marched through the streets, one shooting any building they saw and taking it out like it was Jenga. The area was completely vacant, as everyone had evacuated and left the place a complete ghost town.

"Hahaha, these suits are so awesome! Hardshell sir is such a genius for creating these for us. I've never felt so powerful in my life!" a member laughed as he punched the side of an apartment building, knocking it down instantly.

"Oh, who's Hardshell?" A completely new voice entered the scene.

"Just the most awesome and coolest leader ev- wait," The Truist turned his head and was faced to face with a plain-looking kid wearing a hoodie and had curly green hair. "Who the hell are you?" He then bared his teeth. "You have a quirk or something"

The kid stood there, looking as if he was unimpressed by the immense power he just witnessed. "Nah, I'm quirkless."

The Truist raised his eyebrow as he looked at the kid. "Hey guys, I think we have a new recruit! Get over here!" He called for his teammates. Quickly, everyone regrouped together to get a better look at the kid.

"So, this is the new recruit? He's so short."

"And way too young. Hey, how old are you kid?"

"Maybe we can adopt him."

Midoriya stared at the guys, getting a good look at all of them. "Why do all of you have dyed green hair?" He asked, ignoring everything they had said.

"Oh, it's for us to recognize each other if we're out of these suits," someone answered.

"Uh-huh. I see. And who's idea was it to destroy the shopping center?" Izuku asked.

One person from the group raised his arm. "That was me! Pretty cool h-"

"Boring Punch," Midoriya said as he shot toward the guy and threw a weak punch. Immediately the terrorist was sent shooting back, his armor destroyed in an instant as he flew several far from his team.

"What the hell?! You liar! You did have a quirk!" Another guy screamed as he charged at Izuku. With a light backhand, the villain was knocked out in an instant and was also launched far away.

The group of Truists huddled together scared as they realized they were not dealing with an ordinary kid. "You jerks destroyed half of Kamino and left it in ruins. Not only that but you guys gave quirkless people a really bad name. And green-haired guys!" Midoriya yelled at them in a pissed tone.

The group of Truist growled at the kid, hating how one kid was scaring them so much. "H-He can't take all of us on if we all attack together right?" a member suggested.

"Y-Yeah, let's all charge at him! He can't take all of us on!" his friend.

The revolutionists nodded in agreement as they got their confidence back. "Yeah, let's all kill this kid! C'mon on, let's move!"

The Truist ran together, unleashing a sonorous battle cry as they unleashed their assault on the kid. Midoriya, who was still mad, sighed as he also still felt the sense of boredness.

"Knock-Out Series: Consecutive Boring Punches," He said. With a flurry of lightning-fast and targeted punches, the entire group of terrorists that was about to dogpile him were defeated in less than a second. Bodies of unconscious and green-haired men rained across the street, along with the shattered remains of their destroyed mech suits.

All that was left in the street was one last Truist who didn't attack with his team. His legs were shaking and felt himself cracking from the unbelievable fear he was feeling with the beast in front of him. Turning on his heel, he ran for his life, one to bump into the hard body of the kid that was just behind him.

"You teleported?!" He screamed as he fell onto his butt, shivering and terrified as he was now at the mercy of the kid that had just massacred his team.

"Nah, just ran. Now, I still have a couple questions. Can you answer them for me?" Midoriya asked with a poker face.

Fearing for his life, the last Truist from his team nodded his head instantly.

"So, tell me where the rest of your group and more about this Hardshell guy," the green-haired boy questioned.

"Die…" Hardshell grunted as he smashed his fist into Death Arm's face, knocking the hero back several feet away effortlessly.

'D-Damn… he's too strong…' the heavy lifter hero thought to himself as he lost consciousness.

Now Hardshell stood by himself, staring at the building at the tall building while the bodies of other brutalized, scattered and defeated bodies of heroes were lying across the pavement. The villain caught his breath, resting his shoulders a bit from the battles he had won. But his victories over every hero that came before now meant nothing.

'This is it. This is where it happened. Where he rejected me…'

6 years ago…

"I-I look up to you. Even if they say there are others who are better, I admire you the most. You're my favorite hero of all time!"

The number 8 hero Wash stood tall in front of the nervous kid before him. The kid had tears leaking from his eyes, much to the Washing Machine hero's dismay.

"I-I don't have a quirk unlike you. And all my life no has ever told me I can be a hero because of that. But I still can't believe that. C-Could I, A normal quirkless kid, ever be a hero as great as you Wash?" a young Hardshell pleaded as he fell to his knee, with his emotions causing his legs to give.

Wash scratched the top of his lid, unsure what to say. For a bit, there was just silence. And then, the hero finally spoke up.

"Bubble bubble bubble. Well kid you have to understand that hero work is really dangerous. I see and hear pros getting injured and killed all the time. For me to just say you can be a hero with any powers to back yourself up would be irresponsible. You have to be realistic about your dreams too you know. I'm sorry if it sounds like I'm crushing your dreams but you can always try another profession. Bubble bubble bubble," Wash told him with a heavy heart.

And like that, Hardshell felt something inside of him die and completely get crushed. He felt devoid of emotion, only able to feel just one thing: Hate.

"Y-You're just like everybody else Wash! JUST TRASH!" the kid screamed at his former idol.

'Since that day I decided that I would become a villain. To one day fight Wash and show him what I'm really made of and prove those that thought I was powerless wrong. All my years of studying and training have led to this and I'm finally ready,' Hardshell grit his teeth as the memories from the day fueled his rage. He was ready

"WASH! COME OUT HERE AND FIGHT ME YOU COWARD! FACE ME AND DIE LIKE THE FAKE HERO TRASH YOU ARE!" The villain screamed on top of his lungs, challenging the number 8 hero. However, he was only met with nothing.

His gauntlet increased in size as power surged into it while he felt himself grow even madder. "IF YOU WON'T COME OUT…" He cocked his arm back while power was still charging into his gauntlet, shortly alerting him with a beep that it was fully stocked. "THEN I'LL MAKE YOU!" Hardshell roared while he sent his fist toward the building.

POW

Feeling the wind pressure pick up, he was blinded from the dirt and dust that rose while the force of his punch continued to move the air around him. After waiting a couple of seconds the turbulence finally began to calm down, Hardshell was able to make out some of his surroundings again. He found himself gasping, as much to his surprise, the hero agency was still standing.

"W-What?!" He said flabbergasted

"I think you and your buddy's destroyed enough buildings for a day," A monotone voice popped up. Looking down and waiting for the air to finally clear, the villain found himself face to face with a short, curly green-haired kid whose clothes were visibly torn up and damaged.

"Who the hell are you?! Did you just get in the way of my punch?" He yelled at him.

"Uh, yeah," Midoriya said in a flat voice.

'Did he really block my punch? He should be dead!' Hardshell looked at the kid in awe and unease. "Why would you protect some fake hero's agency? That building is a disgusting disgrace!" He barked at Izuku.

"What's your deal with Wash? He's a good hero and saves tons of people so why do you wanna wreck his hero agency? Some vendetta or something?" the young hero asked.

"That man crushed my dreams as when I was young and weak. It's time I finally get some revenge! Now out of my way!" Hardshell yelled as he swung his arm back to throw him aside.

CLANG

The villain's eyes widened as his arm was easily stopped after it slammed into the kid's palm. "Quirkless too huh? No one told you could be a hero too right?" Midoriya asked in a sympathetic voice.

Pulling his arm Hardshell took a step back as he realized he possibly outmatched. "I guess we have more in common with each other than I thought Hardshell," Midoriya muttered.

"Mech suit, full power!" the quirkless villain commanded his suit. His armor began to glow and hum, increasing in size as it started to pulse with raw energy. "I won't let you get in the way of my satisfaction!" He shouted.

The green-haired boy witnessed his opponent's strength exponentially grow, only to still stare on thoroughly unimpressed.

"HAMMER BASH!" Hardshell bellowed as he jumped high into the air, quickly descending as he was ready to finish the mystery kid off once and for all with his full-powered, downward punch. However, before he could even land his strike, Midoriya shifted his body to the side to avoid the punch. And right when the Truist leader was about to make impact, Midoriya simply countered with an elbow at the armored villain's side.

CRACK

Hardshell's whole suit shattered in an instant, flaking and falling apart while he flung through the air and eventually landing on the hard, coarse asphalt. At first, the bellwether felt incredibly sore and had a hard time trying to recover from the blow. But eventually, he was able to regain his senses. Besides the pain, for some reason he also felt… cold? Exposed?

Looking at himself, his eyes widened and his face flushed red at the sight of his completely nude body. He quickly picked up whatever scrap from his destroyed suit he could get and covered himself as he got back on his feet. In that moment, the humiliation hurt more than whatever physical pain he was enduring.

"W-Wait, hold on! Don't kill me! This was all just a... uh… um… prank?" Hardshell said pathetically

Midoriya squinted at him, eventually shaking his head in disappointment. "Dude, get a hobby. Get a job. And scram."

"Y-You'll let me live?" Hardshell said in a surprised and relieved voice.

"Don't make me regret not punching you right now," Izuku threatened with a completely done tone.

"R-Right! M-Momma! I'm coming home" Hardshell departed, running as fast he could while still butt naked and desperately trying to keep himself covered.

Midoriya turned on his heel and began walking back to the train station. After walking a few blocks through the destroyed street, he found himself reflecting about Hardshell and his backstory. 'Hardshell. He became a villain all because no one, not even his idol Wash, told him he could ever be a hero when he felt powerless. That's kinda unsettling… if it weren't for mom, I could have been just a step away from being like those Truist guys.'

He then found himself slowing down after he realized something even worse. "Aw c'mon! He ruined my favorite hoodie!" Midoriya groaned after having noticed his completely torn clothes. "This day sucks…" he muttered.

The short, fat man walked over to one of the tanks out of the several rows. Without hesitation, Dr. Ujiko began working on releasing one of his glorious creations. With a few clicks on the tank's control panel, the sickening liquid that the monster was submerged in slowly drained while its life support system began to disconnect itself.

For a while, the three villains waited for any sign of activity, eventually growing impatient as the minutes went by for the Artificial Being to finally move.

"Great job doctor, it's fucking dead," Shigaraki laughed.

Dr. Ujiko glared at the young successor, balling his fist in anger. "It's not dead! I'm telling you this experiment will work. I just need to-"

CRASH

All three heads turned to the sound of a tank shattering. Turning their heads back towards the tank, they found themselves face to face with a large squatting, grey being. Glass from the tank had stabbed and gashed it in several places from having broken out of containment. Slowly it rose.

"What the hell…" Shigaraki whispered under his breath. At that moment, he felt oddly creeped out by the thing. Something about it was so… inhuman.

Now standing tall at a height of 9 feet, it's grayish dead looking skin began to gradually take a bluish and purple like color. It also rapidly began to take a different physique, appearing as if something alive was crawling underneath its skin as it gradually gained more muscle mass. Silver lines spread across his body while its head sprouted silver hair. Finally, it opened its large, purple, and singular eye.

Dr. Ujiko smiled wide, staring at his creation in awe. "It's so beautiful!" He said tearfully.

It stood there for a while, taking in its surroundings and taking note of every single detail in the room. It eventually looked at its hand, seeing its own blood staining it as the glass was still embedded into its skin. With a simple flex, any glass that was once in its body was immediately thrust out and his wounded healed immediately. The monster's gaze was eventually directed toward the three people in front of it.

"Who are you… humans?" It finally spoke, revealing an extremely deep and menacing voice.

All for One was the first to speak to it. "We are your creators. And you, my friend, are a monster. Do you have any idea or perception of an identity newborn?"

It stood still, completely unblinking as it thought to itself. "I only know a few things, such as how my single purpose is to fight and kill the strongest there is," It said.

All for One smiled widely. "Do you have a name?"

The monster stood still again, before finally nodding its head.

"Yes. I believe I am Borun, the monster that will dominate the Earth."

Next Chapter: The Field Trip

A/N: I have writers block and this chapter is one I struggled a lot with and might rewrite in the future. I am really disappointed with it, but I knew I had to write something so here's what I got. I am well aware of my absence and I'm sorry for not updating these pasts two months. You know, life stuff. And a stupid damn virus. Stay inside for that folks! And practice hygiene! And lastly to all of you, Happy super late Valentines and Happy late St. Patrick's Day. Stay safe and stay health.

P.S.: I got into drawing a bit and drew the new cover. It's not the best but eh, I'm still a beginner so give me a break.