(AN) I don't know, you know how these things work. An idea pops into your head and then before you know it more ideas start happening. Then I wrote a prologue and here we are. Again, this isn't healthy, there's gonna be codependency in this story. And an age gap, Shigaraki is going to be six years older than this underaged girl. But he kind of has the mentality of a ten year old, a sociopathic ten year old. Anyways, yeah.

She had spent three years hoping for salvation, but she never imagined salvation would come from a being that sent cold chills down her spine. Nor did she think that the price would be her life.

"What do you say, child? Or would you rather I bring that man back to kill you once more?"

. . .

The memory of her mother's funeral was one she often tried to forget.

When her mother was still alive, she was told to mostly stay put at home, never allowed to leave without supervision. Even then, she was often told to never talk to strangers, and to never wander off on her own. Therefore, the only person she really knew was her mother.

When her mother died, so did her whole world.

When an officer and some relative that she didn't recognize came to their home to tell her that her mother was never coming back home, from the bottom of her heart she didn't believe them. Strangers were dangerous afterall, which meant they were also liars. But, when the day passed, and the next, and the next, she had to accept that they weren't lying.

She'd spent a long time, alone in her and her now dead mother's apartment, crying. She woke up crying, she cried until she was hungry, and then she cried until she was tired again. There was nothing left in her little world now that the center of it was gone.

Eventually, that relative came back and told her she needed to get ready. Her mother told her to never talk to strangers, but she was too tired to argue. Her mother told her to never accept food from strangers, but she was too hungry to deny the homemade omurice. Her mother told her to never go anywhere with a stranger, but her mother wasn't here anymore.

So, she took the hand of the old woman that she didn't know, and they made their way to what she soon realized was her mother's funeral.

The ceremony was hazy as she spent most of it crying as the relative silently wiped her face with a handkerchief that only got damper and damper.

It wasn't until it was her turn to give her prayers-with her relative still at her side-that she finally found it in her to calm down a little. She at least wanted to do this right for her mother. But, as she quieted down, she could finally hear the murmurs of the people around her.

"It is tragic, afterall she left such a young child behind, but… I mean, she kind of called it upon herself didn't she?"

"It was her own fault, she knew exactly what sort of thing she was getting herself into."

"You reap what you sow after all."

"I mean… She was a villain, what else would you expect."

"Good riddance if you ask me."

As those words sunk into her back, she could feel herself tremble. Her body went cold and she wanted to curl up somewhere else and hide. How cruel were these people to say such things? Her mother was nothing but kind? There was no way she could have ever been a villain!

Once the ceremony ended, she wanted nothing more than to run back home and hide away from these strangers that said nothing but horrible things. But before she could dash away, she felt that familiar hand wrap around hers again. Once again, her relative guided her, and she was brought into a crowd of adults that looked at her in a way that made her freeze up.

"I'll be leaving now, and I'm taking her with me. I'll take care of her from now on."

There wasn't a single word of protest from anyone, they even looked a little relieved to hear that, and waved at hand at them to leave faster.

That was the day she said her last farewell to her mother, and the day she was first put into the care of her grandmother.

She'd spent the first few months in her new home missing her old one. Not just because the house was nothing like the apartment she was born and raised in, but because her grandmother was nothing like her mother.

Her mother was an openly affectionate woman that would scoop her up and shower her with love and kisses. Her mother would tell her she was her whole world, and she would tell her mother the same. But her grandmother, while not cruel, was very distant. Rarely speaking, even when they were in the same room together. And her expression hardly ever changed from indifferent.

She had to learn to accept comfort from the little things. Like how her grandmother would make her her favorite foods when she asked, and the way she'd put a blanket over her when she fell asleep. Eventually, she learned to find some comfort in her new home, but it was never enough to fill the gaping hole in her chest.

And, just when she started to feel a little better at home. It was time for her to go to school. Her mother used to homeschool her, so she was terrified to go. But, her grandmother insisted, so she couldn't argue.

It was worse than she had imagined. The teachers looked at her with weary eyes, and the other students kept a distance from her. It didn't take long for her to find out why.

"That girl's mommy was a villain."

When she'd first heard it at the funeral, she refused to believe it, but when she brought it up to her grandmother all she said was: "You're mother made bad choices in life." Thus ending the conversation.

She accepted what her mother was, but that still couldn't change the loving image of her that still lived in her heart. So, she buried her face into her arms at her desk, and tried to ignore the other kids.

Eventually, the other kids would stop ignoring her too, and she would miss when they kept a distance.

It was only by pure instinct that she was able to dodge the rock that was flung at her. The sound it made as it passed by her ear made her shudder.

Terrified, she looked at the boy that had thrown it-plenty more in his hand-as he grinned at his friends. "Look, a villain showed up, looks like the job of a hero to beat it!"

Shaking, she fidgeted with her fingernails. "I-I'm not a villain."

She spoke quietly, and whether or not the other kids heard her, they ignored her. "Careful, she'll eat you if you look into her eyes!"

Thus, she ran the rest of the way home, having to dodge more rocks until she was halfway there.

It happened on her walks to and from school, it happened in the classroom, and it happened at recess. Children would harass her about being a villain just like her mother, and teachers would look the other way, only rolling their eyes when she silently pleaded for their help.

Even when she would go to the store with her grandmother, she could hear what the adults thought of her. "What are the chances that she won't end up the same? It's in her blood."

She wore bigger clothes because it made her feel safer, and she grew out her hair to try covering her strangely colored eyes. But she refused to ever say a word of it to her grandmother. What she had with the older woman was the nicest thing she had in this new home, but she felt insecure about it due to her grandmother's lack of affection. She was terrified that if she brought it up, it would only ruin what little good there was between them.

So, her grandmother didn't hear a word of it, until three years later, in her sixth year of primary school. Over the years the kids slowly grew tired of harassing her-though their dislike of her never changed-except for one boy. He was the first to call her a villain, and he never dropped it until the day she died.

One day, in the playground, she once again spent it trying to run and hide from him. This time, she tried to climb up the tunnel slide and used her arms and legs to keep her in the middle. She tried counting to twenty to calm herself down, but soon heard the foreboding steps of him climbing up after her.

She felt tears swell up in her eyes, she was just so tired of this treatment, and watched him as he struggled to go up after her. "Just… Just go away!" She tried to muster what little courage she had left and shrieked at him.

He had paused only for a second before scowling up at her. "And let the villain win? Never!" She contemplated just scrambling the rest of the way up and finding somewhere else to hide, somewhere else to hide from it all, but his next words had her freeze in place. "My mom said your mom deserved to be defeated by the hero cause she was a no good villain. So, I have to be a hero too and defeat you! Cause mom said," He had found a way to climb up slowly without losing his footing, and his eyes gleamed with childlike glee. "You're just gonna grow up into a villain just like her, so someone ought to do something about it now!"

She felt like ice water was poured over her body, his words had managed to freeze her down to her bones. The only warmth she could feel was from the hot tears that streamed down her cheeks.

She couldn't snap out of it until she saw his hand-that took the form of the same plastic that surrounded them-moved down to hit her. By then he was too close for her to move away. So, in a panic, she swiped down and scratched the first thing she could reach, his face.

As he cried out, she lost her balance, and they both tumbled down the slide. Out of the slide, she scrambled away from him, and he continued to cry until one of the teachers ran over. Immediately she wanted to run away at the sight of the adult, but before she could, there was a tight grip on her wrist that made her stay put. "What did you do?" The teacher demanded. But she felt too shaken up from what just happened, and too terrified by the accusing gaze, to speak.

Eventually, she was forced into an office with the teacher, the boy, the boy's mother, and another adult. They all kept yelling at her and demanding she explain herself, but she could only bite down on her tongue and fidget with her nails as more tears streamed down her face.

"Do you think crying will get you out of this?"

"Look at my baby's face! What's the matter with you?"

"Speak up girl!"

"The villain scratched me! The villain scratched me!"

More than anything, she wanted to disappear.

Then, her grandmother walked in. Immediately, the adults in the room turned to her for the answers that she couldn't give them. As they threw more words at the both of them, her grandmother calmly put a hand up to get them to quiet down. "I'll be taking my granddaughter home now."

"You can't just leave now, we have a matter to settle right now!"

"How do you expect anything to be settled by a crying child?"

With that, her grandmother took her hand, and guided her out of the room of screaming adults and they went back home.

Her grandmother didn't say a word until she closed the door behind them, and she had them both sit down. "That boy provoked you didn't he? You didn't mean to scratch him."

Stunned by those words, she felt more tears run down her face as she sobbed violently. She said 'no' over and over again as her grandmother tried to wipe away her tears with the old handkerchief. Eventually, she sobbed out: "How… How did you know?"

"You're not the type."

Once she was finished crying, her grandmother got up and made the both of them dinner. As they ate, her grandmother told her she was going to unenroll her from that school and that they were going to move somewhere else. She told her that she was going to call up an old friend and see if he'll let them stay with him.

She cried once more before bed. It felt like she was finally going to be saved from this nightmare.

The next morning, she woke up to the smell of smoke and fire. Startled awake, she jumped out of bed and felt the immediate stinging of her eyes. She rubbed furiously at them and could only see the violent red and orange light enveloping her room.

Panicked and scared, she quickly ran out her door and called out for her grandmother. Her heart raced in her ear for every second she didn't get a response back and the flames around her were only getting bigger and bigger. Then, finally, she heard the sound of groaning coming from the other side of the house.

Racing, she went up and found her grandmother laying on the floor next to her bed, as though she'd stumbled and fell out of it. Without another thought, she tried to pick up her grandmother who swatted at her. "Get out of here! Don't bother with me!" It was the most life she'd ever heard in the elderly woman's voice, and she was terrified of losing it.

Ignoring her grandmother, she did her best to support her grandmother onto her back and took slow but steady steps towards the exit.

Then, she heard something falling, her instincts told her to jump out the way, but with her grandmother's weight on top of her she couldn't. Before she could react, she felt her grandmother's remaining strength push them both down, and she felt those arms wrap around her and she used her frail back as a shield against the falling ceiling.

For a shaking second, she could only feel the licking heat around her and something wet and warm running down her back. She could barely register her grandmother's screaming for her to get out from under her. There was a gap that she quickly squirmed out from, and she turned to look at her grandmother. The old woman had lost all strength in her arms to keep herself up, and flopped down onto the floor-a pile of wood and debris on top of her.

She cried out and tried desperately to take off all that heavy weight from an already fragile woman. "Just go… Please!" Her grandmother called out her name, so with wide eyes she looked down at her grandmother who looked ready to cry almost as much as her. "Please… I don't want to lose you too…"

Against everything in her, she quickly ran out of the home alone. As soon as she felt fresh air enter her lungs, she tried her best to use it. "Someone!... Someone please! Help!... My… My grandmother-!"

She paused when she saw the crowd in front of her that didn't look like they were hearing her. The gaze they all looked at her with, put to shame all the other looks they ever gave her. They all glared at her with fury thats heat was on par with the fire she'd just narrowly escaped.

"What… What on earth have you done now?"

"You damn devil! She was your grandmother!"

"Someone get her!"

"Oh god, she's covered in blood!"

"Call the police, someone!"

"Help!"

Fear froze her, and the soot in her lungs made it impossible to scream for help for her grandmother.

Then, she saw men in police uniforms, and for a second she wanted to ask for help. But once she saw the looks in their eyes, and noticed they were rushing right at her with those looks, her body moved on its own.

Despite the soreness of her legs, and the burning of her throat, she ran away as fast as she possibly could. Every bone in her body told her there was no help. There was no saving. Once they got her… They would only treat her as a villain.

Cornered, the only place she could go was up, she ran into a building. Quickly, she climbed higher and higher and higher until there wasn't any higher. Scared and shaking, she turned around and saw there was only one police man in the room with her, but he looked at her with every bit of hate as everyone else.

Panting, dying, she tried to choke out her words. "My… My… Gran… mother…. He… Help-"

"Shut up! Just shut up!" She watched as the police swept a hand over his face and dug his fingers in his hair. After a second, he gave her a pointed look and went towards her.

Terrified she swiped up at him, and he yelped at the scratch across his face, but he didn't stop. He picked her up by her collar, and through her out the window, to land face first into the concrete below.

Everything moved too fast for her to comprehend, her heart thumped so hard she thought it was going to break itself, then she felt nothing but pain. First it was instant and powerful, then it slowly simmered into an unbearable soreness.

Her head stung and she wondered if there was a crack. Lights and colors flashed in front of her but it was nothing but shapes and nonsense. The only thing she could hear was a sharp ringing in her ears. Her mouth was uselessly opening and closing, but no air was entering. Her lungs felt too shriveled to accept anymore entry.

Then the pain slowly subsided, as did the lights and noises… Until everything went black… Until everything went quiet… Until she couldn't feel anything anymore…

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Slowly, she opened her eyes, and for a moment it was all still black. After blinking once, she could see the dark alley behind the building she'd been thrown out of.

As she pulled herself up, she expected complaint from her muscles and bones, but was surprised to feel perfectly fine. She felt like nothing was wrong. She was suddenly better, better than better, like if she woke up from a long nap.

First was the confusion, then was the panic. How did she survive that? She was behind the building so it clearly happened, so then how is she still alive? How?... Why?... Why did he…?

Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why?Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why?

Why was she hated so much?

"You poor child."

Then the air suddenly grew thicker and colder, and she found herself unable to breath. Cautiously, she peeked up through her overgrown bangs, and stared in horror at the overwhelming presence that stood over her.

"Treated like nothing but a criminal through and through, at such a tender age. What could be more tragic."

Though his words seemed kind, every cell in her body was screaming at her that he was dangerous. That to be near him was to risk her life. The fact that he had no face was scary, but it was nothing compared to the powerful aura he exuded. It felt like she was being consumed simply by standing in his presence, and she felt herself so stiff under the pressure.

Slowly, like if every muscle movement was carefully calculated, he reached out his hand towards her. Instinctively she jumped back, stumbling back and falling back down. She closed her eyes tightly, feeling every muscle in her body ready to give up. There was no winning against him. He was dangerous. Very dangerous. She was scared. So terrified.

"Are you scared of me child? I only mean to help. Afterall, it seems there's no one left in this world to look after your well being."

She flinched at those words, and slowly, she looked up at him curiously. Help? How does this terrifying man mean to help? Help her? Since when did anyone ever mean to help her?

Even with that odd mask of his, she could tell he was smiling, and it unnerved her. "I mean to take you away from this world, and bring you somewhere you can thrive. This world is cruel, no? Don't you wish to change it? Make it into something that people like you can live in without having to be scared or tormented? I can offer that to you, you need only take my hand."

She looked at that hand with hesitation. The questioning would not stop in her head. Why? Why did this man want her? Why did it feel like she was being asked to sell her soul? Why…?

"Why… Why me?"

"Because you've proven yourself to have a very promising quirk. If we are to change the world, a quirk like yours would be very helpful."

Her quirk? But what could possibly be so special about her… 'Is… Is my quirk why I'm still alive? But why?'

Stunned into silence, she continued to stare down at the large hand offered to her. Too much is happening all at once, too many thoughts running through her mind. She felt overwhelmed by it all.

. . .

She had spent three years hoping for salvation, but she never imagined salvation would come from a being that sent cold chills down her spine. Nor did she think that the price would be her life.

"What do you say, child? Or would you rather I bring that man back to kill you once more?"

Shuddering at the thought of those men coming near her every again, she furrowed her brows down at the hand in front of her.

She thought of the eyes that the policeman looked at her with before throwing her out a window. She thought of the way those teachers looked at her without her ever doing anything. She thought of the other kids that treated her like a villain without having committed any crimes. She thought of those people that all hated her simple for her mother. She thought of her loving mother that the world scorned at for being a villain. Then, she thought of her grandmother, the last person in the entire world she had left, now gone along with everything else.

The tears in her eyes were blinding, so she couldn't see how small her hand looked in this man's hand.

"Then, from today onwards, your name shall be… Yoshi Kuro."

And like that, she was reborn.

"Yoshi Kuro": Birthday - March 3rd (11 years old)

Blood type - O Negative

Favorite food - Hamburger meat

Quirk - Has the attributes of a cat (hearing, sight, agility, and razor sharp nails and teeth). Only physical attributes are her green/gold slit eyes. Has 9 lives (currently 8)