A/N: I took some liberties with this chapter that a lot of people may or may not agree with. I can tell you right now, I have a plan for this. Please, if you're upset about it, keep it to yourself. I don't care. It's my storyline, I write it how I wish. However, if you have a concern that involves an actual plot-hole or bad grammar, then you can complain. Seriously though, if you are going to talk shit just because you don't like how the story is going, suck it up. It's annoying hearing it.

Midoriya staggered to his feet, his eyes stinging with tears and his throat raw from stomach acid. He glanced at the skeleton, his eyes dim and unfocused. The skeleton didn't move.

"Um… what do I do with you now?" Midoriya had no idea how to get rid of it. Maybe if he pushed the aura back? Midoriya decided to try that and focused on the aura of the skeleton. It was nearly black but still had some of the purple Midoriya has come to associate with his quirk. There was also something else. A very small color was in the ribcage where the heart would normally be, a small blue light. Midoriya shuddered. That was the soul of whoever he just raised. A small portion, but it was there. As Midoriya was pushing, he accidentally focused on only that part, and it popped out and disappeared, leaving behind only the black and purple auras.

Midoriya gaped. The skeleton was still there, but the soul he used to bring it about wasn't. How? Was the soul really necessary for a body? Was his quirk really the only thing that was necessary to sustain this skeleton? Wait, if he brings back a part of the soul of someone deceased, could he fully bring someone back if their body was intact?

Midoriya glanced at the gravestone above where the aura he pulled from was. Shikari Hakana, she died nearly 60 years ago. Her body would definitely be decayed. Midoriya was curious if he could bring someone back from the dead if their body was intact. Actually back from the dead, not… not what he did with this skeleton. Speaking of.

"Um… could you just go away for me?" Midoriya muttered. The skeleton moved, startling him, and it dived forward, vanishing into his shadow. Midoriya yelped. Oh. So… he can store skeletons in his shadow. Good to know. Midoriya was vaguely aware he should probably be more concerned. It was probably shock. Definitely shock. Midoriya checked his phone for the time. 3:18 A.M. Midoriya should probably get home soon. But…

Midoriya looked back to the auras and gulped. He couldn't believe he was about to do this. He took a deep, shuddering breath and pulled. Dozens of shadows pooled in front of him, forming dozens of black skeletons with purple flames for eyes, all staring at him, awaiting his command. Midoriya immediately pushed the small colors that were the original soul out of their bodies, so they could rest peacefully. Then he promptly ordered them into the shadows.

Midoriya felt sick. But, he felt it was necessary. He had a bad feeling about today and wanted to be prepared. He hoped that it wouldn't be necessary and that his feeling it was would be wrong. He really, really didn't want to show people this new ability. It… it wasn't pretty. Or heroic. Midoriya didn't care what people said about how there was no such thing as a villainous quirk. His quirk was wrong.

As Midoriya was on his way home, he kept feeling like he was being watched. Occasionally, he would turn around, looking to see if he was being followed. Maybe walking around town at 3 A.M. wasn't the best idea. Midoriya would soon find out he was right.

A small figure jumped at him from behind, the shadows having hidden her from his sight. It was a girl about his age, blonde hair tied up into two buns and toxic yellow eyes peered into his, a blush lighting up her face and a fanged smile. Of course, Midoriya didn't immediately take into account all these things, considering he was now pinned to the ground, the girl holding a knife above her head. She brought it down on his chest. Klack. The knife stopped after piercing his skin only a centimeter. Midoriya was glad he made a small bone armor directly under his skin, a small thin layer of bones he constantly shifted under his skin with his movement, to act as an armor of sorts. It wouldn't stop a determined bullet, but it was strong enough to stop knives from piercing deeper than his skin.

"Awe… you're not bleeding! That's not fair!" The girl complained, "I wanted to see your pretty blood! After all, such a pretty boy shouldn't be walking outside so late," the girl cooed, still sitting on top of him. Midoriya growled slightly and a small spike shot out of his chest towards her. The girl got off nimbly, giggling.

"Oh, Mr. Pretty has some moves," she smiled, "I want to see more," she giggled. The girl dashed forward and swept towards Midoriya. Midoriya backpedaled to avoid it and pointed a finger at her, a white bone streaking out of the tip and barely missing the girl's leg. Midoriya cursed. Looks like he was going to be working on accuracy later.

"Why are you attacking me?" Midoriya asked. The girl paused for a second, putting the knife to her chin and tapping it slowly in thought. She glanced at him, her eyes narrowing.

"Well, do you want the truth? Because I'm a villain." She smiled, blushing again. Midoriya frowned, her mood changes were almost as bad as his. One moment she is a complete yandere, the next she is a relatively normal person. If holding a knife to your chin as you think is normal.

"How did you become a villain?" Midoriya tried to stall. She can't hurt him, but she is too fast for him to touch and he isn't accurate enough with his bone bullets to hit her. He discreetly pulled out his phone from his back pocket and unlocked it blindly. He started dialing 119.

"Nuh-uh uh!" the girl called out, throwing her knife at him, causing him to drop his phone. "I wouldn't call them, after all, we are having a nice chat, aren't we?" Midoriya gulped.

"Uh, sorry?" he asked. The girl giggled.

"Oh, you're just adorable, aren't you? I could just eat you up! You wanted to know how I became a villain, right?" Midoriya nodded. Suddenly, the girls blush and yandere smile vanished, only to be replaced by a cold stare, her eyes slightly downcast. "Everyone told me I was a villain, even when I tried to prove myself to them. They kept saying my quirk was a villain's quirk and that I was dangerous. They were right. I attacked my best friend." Midoriya gulped.

"What's your quirk?" Midoriya couldn't believe he was still talking to her.

"What's yours?" Oh. Yeah, that's fair. Midoriya didn't know if he should tell her, considering she just attacked him, but shit, his intuition was telling him he needed to help this girl. She wasn't irredeemable. Time for another leap of faith. It worked with Momo, right?

"I have recently changed the name of it to Reaper. It… it allows me to raise the dead, manipulate blood, bones, shadows, and… and souls." Midoriya sighed. The girl looked surprised. After a moment or two, the girl clearly in thought, she sighed and sat down on the edge of the concrete.

"My quirk is called Transform. I can ingest the blood of someone and take their appearance. I… I get cravings for blood. I was able to ignore it for a long time, but it kept getting worse, and worse… the bullying didn't help. Eventually, I attacked my best friend. I loved her. I loved her so much. Now, she is out of my reach forever. Now, I just wanna love, live, and die my way. My normal way. I wanna be even more like the people I love." Himiko said. Midoriya was shocked. Here was a girl who was forced down a path she didn't want because of a situation she couldn't control. Midoriya was hit with a thought. Could that have been me?

Midoriya wasn't sure. That terrified him. If he went down a slightly different path. If he never met All Might. If he committed suicide with no one around but him and discovered his quirk alone. If no one was there to pick him back up. Maybe… maybe his villainous quirk would have been a villain's quirk. This girl… he needed to help her.

"Who was your friend?"

"Setsuna Tokage…?"

"What's your name?"

"Himiko. Himiko Toga."

"I'm Midoriya Izuku… I- I want to help you… You didn't deserve this." Himiko looked shocked. Here was this stranger, this complete and utter stranger who she just attacked, who wanted to help her. She was confused.

"Why?"

"Because I want to be a hero. But… but that's not the only reason. It's mostly because… because I could have been in your position. I could have been the guy with the villainous quirk who made it a villain's quirk. I was bullied. A lot. I nearly committed suicide. I had days where instead of sad I felt… anger. Why did they hurt me? Why couldn't I fight back? I should hurt them as they hurt me. But, I always had my Mom. She helped me a lot. There was also my dream. I want to help people. Your quirk isn't villainous. It's okay, I am here."

Himiko snorted at the last line. But she thought it over. No one. No one has ever said her quirk isn't villainous. Yet here was this guy, Izuku Midoriya. He wants to help. But…

"I can't. I've killed people. You can't help me. I-" She cuts off before getting up and vanishing. Midoriya reached out for her, but she vanished in the darkness of the morning. Midoriya sighed. He should probably get home.

Midoriya checked the time. 4:24 A.M. Shit. Time to get home to shower. Midoriya yawned. Damn. School was going to suck.