I was born this way, to parents I never knew. I guess even as a newborn I was ugly enough to warrant being thrown away. They were right to throw me out though, just feeding me would've bankrupted them.

The system was flawed, for someone with a quirk like me. My body requires double the caloric intake that a normal adult male gets a day. The orphanage simply couldn't afford to feed me.

My insatiable hunger stopped me from succeeding, it made me fall through the cracks of society. I simply couldn't focus in school with my stomach constantly in pain. The orphanage saw fit to fill me up with a cocktail of drugs, I guess it was cheaper to drug me than feed me. With all that shit coursing through me, I could barely hold a conversation let alone make friends.

That part about me having no friends is a bit untrue. There was one person, I viewed her more as a little sister though. She was the only person that would ever dare to approach a hulking green monster like myself… Nanami. She was a tiny thing compared to me. All the other kids would call me an alligator or the like, she called me a Dinosaur.

I hadn't the faintest clue what dinosaurs were, but I cherished that name. Her kindness lifted me from the darkness, I had a family, and a future to look forward to.

It all falls apart, in one moment, that's all it took.

I was returning home from school accompanied by Nanami. We were standing behind the yellow line waiting for the train to arrive. Three boys, not from the orphanage but still well acquainted with us stood behind us, laughing and snickering.

The train quickly entered the station and before it passed us, a boy from behind us pushed Nanami into the oncoming train.

In an instant, my arm shot forward in an attempt to grab her small form and pull her back.

I successfully grabbed her hand, but I was too late.

It happened too fast to comprehend, Once second she was standing next to me, and the next I was holding her dismembered hand while covered in her blood. I couldn't see her body, just her blood, limbs, and guts were strewn about.

I was shocked. I couldn't even move a muscle.

The boy who did it, and his friends shared a grin, then promptly fell into a mask of sadness and shock. I was never good at reading people, hell that required talking to people, but I could tell these motherfuckers were about to try to play it off as an accident or maybe even shift the blame onto me. Rage started to pump throughout my entire body, I started shaking in anger. 'These fuckers were going to die' was the only thought that resounded in my mind. I walked forward and met three smug eyes. In an instant my clawed hand shot forward and entered the abdomen of one of the boys, then I clamped my hands down tightly, twisted my claws, and pulled backward in one clean motion gutting the child. He quickly fell forward to his knee still alive, good.

The second kid was still frozen in fear and before he could change that I grabbed him tightly by the arm and pulled. His tiny arm couldn't stand the immense force and in a bloody mess detached from his shoulder. Before he could fall into shock, I pulled back his arm and with great force clobbered him into the ground with it.

The last boy after witnessing the brutal onslaught delivered by me decided to make a run for it. His short little legs couldn't get him away fast enough because I reached him with great velocity. To stop the little shit, I grabbed him by the back of the head and proceeded to raise him into the air. It was like when a watermelon explodes from the pressure of hundreds of rubber bands.

Before I could get interrupted I made quick work of dismembering and finally consuming them.

Where there once was a crowd that stood just me, high off the flesh of my bullies, it was such a new experience not being hungry. I felt so free like I was floating in the sky with no worries.

What an idiot I was, the large commotion I caused of course drew the ire of heroes.

Two heroes came charging into the train platform.

Everything after that is foggy. From what my public defender told me, I disabled and gored the two heroes who tried to put a stop to my rampage.

Then entered Endeavor, the number two hero.

I finally met my match. I had no way to counter his flames and he punched like a truck.

The darker scales that cover my body are my burn scars and every time I look at them they just remind me of Nanami.

Am I a monster? I have yet to once regret killing those kids. Someone times I forgot that I am human myself, the only time I seem to remember is when they call me a cannibal. It doesn't make sense to me the only thing that ever looks back in the mirror is a monster.

They say in prison you have all the time in the world, but still, I never had the chance to grieve her death. I was kept in a pretty high-security prison, still, it was no Tartarus. Prison was nice, ironically it was the first time in my life that I was fed well. No one ever messed with me, and for the most part, I was left all alone, just the way I liked it. Then one day I was told I had a visitor. Which was very strange, cause I never had a visitor before.

Entering a private room I was greeted by a talking Rat. He called himself Nezu and was apparently from some bigshot hero school. He had a deal, a big deal for me.

Never in my wildest of dreams, had I thought I could leave the slammer.

I only ever knew one hero in my life and she wasn't even older than me.

I was just a kid when it all when down. Now it's different, I want to be like Nanami, I want to help people when no one else will.

I want to be a hero!

AN: next chapter will be up tonight too, It will be Shinso's backstory. Then Chapter 5 will finally be the first day of school