Not all men are created equal... that is a lesson I learned early. It is exactly that inequality that births predijuce, hate, violence and spite. I learned that at an early age, being born with powers neither of my quirkless parents had. They hated me from the moment I developed my powers, seeing me as a freak, a monster...
And in a way, they were right. When I was six, after my father beat me for the first time, or at least tried to, I destroyed our home. I, after explaining the horrors of what happened and the nature of my quirk, I was taken away and was forced to live in a home separate from my family. This was a good thing, a happy thing, I was free from abuse and hate...
Or so I thought.

My quirk, as I would later learn, was dangerous. I could do incredible things, things that no one else could do. For a solid year, when I was still hating myself for being taken away, I refused to use my powers... unfortunately my powers didn't come with an off switch. They were always on, making me stronger and stronger. I had to constantly use my powers less I destroy everything around me from the build up... but I had to be subtle about it, less I ended up destroying everything around me in a violent explosion.

Many people actually thought me quirkless at school because I refused to show off, but the truth was only Bakuguo could even come close to the power I wielded. I hated that i was anything like him, a sociopathic bully that abused poor Midoryia the only actually quirkless boy in our school. I tried to defend him verbally but the truth was if Bakuguo used his quirk on Me I would have enough power to destroy our entire school.

Yes that was how powerful my quirk was...

What is it called you ask? What could I, a young girl, possess that was so powerful that it could unleash such mass destruction?

My power was called Redirection and it allowed me to consume and channel kinetic energy from anything. I could channel the blow from a fist to magnify my own attack. I could channel my own heartbeat and the energy that rippled through my blood, channeling it as I slept, to create a massive explosion. I could magnify my own screams to the point point that they shattered stone and metal, as I learned as a little girl.

Just sleeping gave me tremendous power, waking having absorbed the kinetic energy of my heart beating and any tossing and turning I did throughout the night. You see that was the downside of my power. I absorbed kinetic energy by touching people, I killed my father when he started hitting me. I screamed, using the massive swelling of kinetic energy to destroy my first home.

And so I learned of my curse, to never touch another soul, to live afraid of the powers running through my blood.

There was one golden Light thought, one future that could help me become powerful, useful and great. Becoming a hero, not to save souls that I couldn't care less about, but to learn to harness and control the powers that I felt growing in my by the day...

That was why I wanted to go to U.A., the Greatest school for Hero training there was. It was my dream to master my powers and no longer be a monster masked in beautiful skin...

It was my dream to be free of the weight of fearing that I might kill the world...

My name is Tsubaki and this is my story...