AN: Another hit of mine from AO3 in 2020.

Hitoshi looked up at his opponent. Small, unassuming, plain face aside from those weird symmetrical freckles... And yet the dude won two previous rounds while barely using his quirk. Hitoshi couldn't help but wonder what kind of quirk the guy had, considering he scored 72 villain and 60 rescue points in the exam. Fucking weird but must be powerful if he destroyed so many robots. Then why didn't he use his quirk? Was he so prideful that he wanted to show "I'm better than you even if I don't use it"?

He already hated his guts, even if the only direct interaction Hitoshi had with this guy was telling him hello before Monkey pulled him aside. He probably knew about his quirk then. Great. Freaking amazing.

On the other side if he's so prideful there should be no problem with baiting him into answering. After all the stronger the quirk the more assholish the user.

Unless you were deemed to have a villain's quirk, but oh well.

Present Mic started screaming out rules. Make your opponent give up or throw them out of bounds. The second option will probably suit the oh so heroic asshole in front of him more.

"'I give up' huh?" Hitoshi said, just loud enough so the other boy would hear him. The greenie looked at him with apprehension, but he kinda looked shocked that he spoke at all. Fucking ass. "This is a fight to test the strength of your spirit. If you know what you want for your future, then you can't worry about appearances."

Present Mic screamed "READY!?" over them, and he saw Midnight shifting, probably starting to pay attention more.

Well, time for the hook.

"That Monkey was going on about his pride..."

"START!"

"...but don't you think he was dumb for throwing away his chance?"

For a second nothing happened, the boy seemed frozen, but then he bared his teeth and charged at him—

And he spoke.

"What did you say!?" Hook line and sinker, Hitoshi couldn't help but smile as his quirk took a hold on his opponent's brain.

"I win," he whispered, not really knowing whether to the boy or to himself.

"Hey, hey, what's the matter!?" Present Mic hollered above them, "It's the important first match! Liven things up!"

Well sorry to disappoint Present Mic, but you wouldn't be getting many lively matches as long as Hitoshi was participating.

"Midoriya! The match just started..!"

Midoriya's eyes were satisfyingly blank and Hitoshi had to fight with his face to not show too much glee.

"...and he's completely frozen!?"

Present Mic continued screaming something, but Hitoshi was too high on adrenaline to pay him any mind.

"You're lucky that you've been blessed Midoriya Izuku," he said, addressing the boy. Not that he would remember anything, but it was satisfying. He kept his face carefully blank as he gave him a command: "Turn around and walk out of bounds."

Present Mic started screaming again. Because Midoriya did just that.

Hah.

The boy slowly went to the bounds—it was honestly a shame that Hitoshi couldn't make him run without a chance of him slipping and brainwash losing effect—step after step bringing himself closer to losing. Perfect. Freaking perfect.

The line was closer, closer, just a little more—

But it was kinda sad, he really didn't give him a chance.

"You probably don't understand... but even with a quirk like that I have my own dreams. Now, lose for me Midoriya."

He didn't even finish speaking before a strong wind assaulted him and made him cover his face with arms. What the hell!?

Midoriya was heaving loudly, still within the bounds, snapped out. How could this happen!?

"Midoriya stopped!"

The crowd cheered, of course they would cheer for the heroic one—

"Why?" Hitoshi could barely contain the angry treble in his voice. "You shouldn't be able to move freely!" he shouted. No, no, no NO! That was his only chance! "What did you do!?"

Midoriya smacked a hand on his mouth, probably to avoid speaking on instinct.
FUCKING HELL.

His other hand had... Were his fingers broken? He must have exploded them to break out... So much fucking raw strength.

He wouldn't answer... But all Hitoshi could do was make him talk again.

Maybe go for a joke? "Come on, say something."

No, no, something... maybe he would boast about his quirk? "You can produce that much power just by moving your fingers? I'm jealous!" Fuck, too much of his own emotions— Fuck it. Time to vent. "Thanks to my quirk I've been behind from the start. Someone who's been blessed like you can't understand, can you!?" Do not cry do not cry do not cry... "Someone who can reach your goal! Someone who doesn't have a villain's quirk!"

Suddenly the air changed. It felt as if he was in a game and chose the wrong dialogue option, there wasn't really a way to explain it differently. The whole stadium seemed to be silent as Midoriya straightened.

"What? 'Someone who doesn't have a villain's quirk'?" Hitoshi was too startled to even let his quirk sink in and overthrow the control. "Are you kidding me?" Midoriya bared his teeth—were they always that pointy?—and all but roared. "I KNOW ALL ABOUT HAVING VILLAIN'S QUIRK YOU IGNORANT FUCK!"

And before Hitoshi could question it, or even process it fully, Midoriya's body started to change. His skin blackened, eyes blanked, not unlike when under his quirk's influence, but somehow scarier, as if he became blind, his limbs started to grow, he whole started to grow, his uniform straining to contain the blackened mass of his body, that became more jagged and horrifically muscular with every second.

There were two warning bells going off in Hitoshi's brain, one of them being survival instinct telling him to get the fuck away from whatever the hell this thing was.

The second... oh well.

The first one became louder though, because shadows seemed to gather around Midoriya's rapidly changing body, clinging to him, and creating a feel of something that isn't really there. They covered inch by inch of his entire being until the only thing that could be seen were his eyes. And then they started glowing yellow and were partially covered too.

And then he sprouted claws. Abnormally long claws, that seemed to be dripping with some slick poison.

Hitoshi's heart stopped beating for a moment.

The silence seemed loud, simply because there wasn't a single sound coming aside from sounds of whirling wind and snapping joints from Midoriya's direction.

The creature roared.

And charged.

" D̴̝͝o̵̦ ̸̡͝ÿ̷͎́o̸͚͐ủ̵̟ ̶̦͒s̷͉̕ẹ̵͆ę̵͛ ̸̼̈w̵̝̋h̶̤͊a̵̪̍t̶͉̀ ̴̞͘I̴̼͘ ̷͈̀m̶̩͛e̷͇͑ă̸̮n̵̫̏ ̵̞͋n̶̰̎o̶̡̾w̵̹̅ ̶̙̊S̸̻͂h̸͒͜į̶̅n̷̫̅s̷̨̋o̵̡͂u̷̹̇ ̶̦̇Ḣ̴̟i̷̩̊t̴̲̎ǫ̷͗s̵̨̐ḧ̶͕́i̶͛͜?̴̼̇" The voice seemed to come from all directions, no, the voices, scratching over one another, not in perfect sync. His ears hurt despite the sound being barely over a whisper. " D̶̼͌o̴̡͊ ̷̧͋y̴̟̔o̵̱u̸̘ ̴̧̃ǘ̵̡n̶͓̍d̵͉̆ě̵̝r̸͕͂s̵̮̎t̸̢̛â̸̘n̵͚͑d̸̼̾ ̴̺̈t̶͙̒h̴̛͈a̵̲͐t̷̥̅ ̷͔̔ÿ̷̞o̴̫̔ṷ̶̌'̴͕̒r̴̘̅e̸͖͠ ̵̣͝n̵͙͘o̴͕͊t̴̼͌ ̸͉͌a̵͇͂l̴͍̏o̷̦͊ṅ̶͙ē̸͇ ̶̠̅i̷̳̒n̵̺̎ ̶̲̾t̶̼̚h̵̛͎i̵͇̇s̴̛̹?̵͈͝" He wished he was alone, especially when the creature finally reached him and swung a clawed swirling mass of shadows at his being, and he was too frozen to move. MOVE.

He finally made an attempt to dodge, but the hand— appendage made a connection, and he was swung to the side. His body collided with the floor painfully, knocking out his breath. The two alarm bells rang in his head urgently.
Get out.

No, go at him.

GET OUT OF HERE.

"I—" he tried to forfeit, but the words got stuck in his throat. He doubted anyone could hear him anyway, over the sound of clashing metal that Midoriya's teeth made when he snapped them in air.

They pointed out of his shadow mouth, almost teasing 'I'm gonna shred you with them' way.
Hitoshi couldn't get his lungs to take in air.

Midoriya lunged and swung again, Hitoshi felt the claws embed themselves in his arm and screamed his throat raw. The pain— It felt as if his whole arm was catching on fire, but cold and it just made all his nerves even more sensitive— and the reaction seemed to spread further and further on his body—

Hitoshi woke up screaming in white sterile bed. His heart was pounding in his chest so hard he could swear everyone around him could hear it.
Everyone around him—

"You passed out sweetie." Recovery Girl's voice made him jump on the bed, which made him aware of the pain in his chest and arm. "Calm down, you'll only worsen your injuries." Yeah, that made sense.

Holy shit.

"Wha— What round will it be now?" Was he passed out for long? Hopefully not—

"The final round." What? Recovery Girl pointed to a small screen that showed the arena. Midoriya in his scary form was currently trying to get Bakugou on the ground. Oh. "He's winning if you're wondering. Bakugou's explosions can't affect him apparently, because he has some sort of adaptive ability and they were childhood friends or something. So it's the worst possible matchup." Oh. "He faced Todoroki after you, the poor boy hasn't woken up yet. And Iida. Same story." Oh. Well, if he wasn't the only one who was put out then maybe he still had a chance of transferring since he got through the first two rounds and did manage to trip the fucker up a little.

But holy shit. This happened. This really happened.

The first bell shut up since there was no immediate danger, but the second was still going strong when he looked at Midoriya, scratching Bakugou's arm with his elongated claws.

Hitoshi doubted he has ever been so horny in his entire life.