After reading reeffendeels' MHA: Unchained Predator, which was one of my first fanfic stories to read from this site, I wanted to write my own take on the crossover story idea.
Taking inspiration from Unchained Predator, I wanted to write a version that focused exclusively on the Doom Slayer in the world of My Hero Academia with the events of Hell invading in the style of Doom: Eternal and utilizing the lore of 2016, Eternal, and The Ancient Gods Parts 1 and 2. Never was into the Darksiders franchise or played the games so it'll be solely focused on Doom and MHA.
Another difference will be the addition of an OC on this journey with the cast. I'm hoping to make this a parallel with another story of mine, Dreams Come True. It'll be the same OC, but the two will more so be AU counterparts or Variants of each other. Their personalities and their pasts will be somewhat similar in some aspects, but overall both will be going down different journeys.
Different destinies that will leave massively different impacts on their worlds.
Chapter 1: A Whole New World
They are rage,
brutal, without mercy.
But you, you will be worse.
~The Wretch
Against all the evil that Hell can conjure,
all the wickedness that mankind can produce,
we will send unto them, only you.
~King Novik
Rip and tear, until it is done…
~Unknown
In a hospital room, a weary grey-haired old man with a long beard of the same color sat in a bed with several wires and machinery wired into his body. The only sounds to be heard were the beeping of the EKG and the oxygen tanks breathing fresh air into his lungs through the tubing in his nose.
The window outside showed a beautiful and serene overlook of the city horizon, a drastic contrast to the elder's withered condition.
A small young boy with black scraggly hair, no older than 10 years of age, entered the room. He had three strands of curled hair fanning out at the nape of his hairline and blue eyes. There was also a noticeably large gap between his two front teeth.
He climbed onto a chair next to the bed to be able to meet the man at eye level. He greeted the boy with a warm and somber smile and nuzzled his hair with what little strength he had left. He spoke to the child, who watched and listened intently.
"When History begins to repeat itself.
When Ignorance and Arrogance run rampant.
When the Crimes of the Worshipped go unpunished and the Cries of the Rejected go unheard.
When Gifts become Curses.
The Ninth Hand shall herald the coming Doom."
The old man stared into the eyes of the child.
"Kaito, you will know in time what must be done.", he said as his gaze then shifted towards the onlooking window. The boy followed the man's gaze as his eyes soon immediately widened at the sight.
Outside of the window, a giant orange fiery dome expanded in the distance. The burning wave of destruction grew bigger and closer as the buildings of the city soon crumbled into dust upon contact.
The light of the explosion soon grew blinding as the boy shut his eyes, covering his ears from the deafening roar of the devastation.
(BEEP)
(BEEP)
(BEEP)
(BEEP)
Kaito's eyes flicked and fluttered open at the sound of his alarm going off. With a heavy hand, he shut off the alarm clock and heaved himself out of bed.
After groggily making his way into the bathroom, he sighed heavily before splashing his face with some cold water as a little help in waking up fully. After a final look in the mirror, he made sure to spread a smile on his face before preparing for the day.
[Karma by AJR starts playing]
The Kobawa home was of moderate size, but nothing too special. Just a little more than a standard apartment like most people. Some would say it was spacious for a simple family of three, but that's to be expected from the income of two police officers.
With his morning routine complete, breakfast eaten(courtesy of his mother despite the trio's busy schedule)and donned in his school uniform, Kaito was ready for the day. While his mother would head to the station immediately, his father insisted on giving their son a ride to school after hearing he was requested in the district.
The car ride was mostly spent with either Mr. Kobawa replying to the calls on the radio. News of the recent arrest of the Hero Killer Stain was still reeling through the precinct. He also attempted at conversations with his son regarding his classes and what hero lessons he's learning, only offering short single digit-word replies in exchange like "sure", "yeah", and "ok."
Kaito, for the most part when he wasn't forced to going into detail, was fine with riding in silence and staring out at the window at the massive cityscape before him from the passenger seat.
The father and son arrived at the destination: UA academy, where Kaito Kobawa stepped out. He and his dad exchanged goodbyes and "Love you"s before going their separate ways. With one final glance towards the imposing building, he made his way onto the campus and inside the structure.
He followed his now-memorized path towards his classroom of 1A where he took his seat near the back, passing seamlessly through his classmates. He remembered to greet and say hi and good morning back to those that called to him first. Kobawa overheard some people still taking about Stain, he just wondered how long til people eventually forgot about the guy. He already had his fill of questions, both from the police and his own classmates about his involvement in the capture.
Soon, the 1A homeroom teacher Aizawa, arrived and started the class. The day went about like any other with Kaito Kobawa either scribbling on in his sketchbook in his free time or trying to remain attentive and retain information during each of the classes.
Lunch was a nice break from the monotony of taking notes, listening in on lessons, and writing down assignments. Kobawa made sure to keep up the same energy from his classmates and those he sat around.
Just smile, nod and respond cheerfully.
Even when Neito Monoma from Class 1B attempted to antagonize them for again being the center of the spotlight and was silenced by 1B's representative, Itsuka Kendo, he just blinked and watched in silence as he ate. A spectator to the regularly-scheduled show.
This was UA, one of the most prestigious hero schools in the world and he'd been fortunate enough to make it through. At least, that's what everyone around him always reminds him.
Once he had his fill of stuffing his face, he used whatever free-time lunch had to offer to get some sketchbook pictures done. Said pictures were usually one of four things with the third being the newest addition since the start of the semester.
Said newest category was his classmates, although he assumed it was merely out of habit given the constant relativity of their presence and the fact that some of the more outspoken students like Kirishima and Ashido even asked for them to his face. Who was he to deny them some simple portraits if they asked nicely?
As for the other three categories…
Things he saw in real life, whether it was a nearby street or some form of scenery.
Things related to working on his quirk, which included animals and possible forms he could try to create and practice upon. His parents were pleased with these.
And finally, things straight from his headspace, when he allowed his imagination to run rampant or needed to solidify his dreams in some form before he forgot them.
Right, dreams…
The day counterparts of them grew troublesome during class. Whether it was a teacher talking or one of his classmates, retaining focus was something he needed working on.
"Come on, brain. Just focus", he thought to himself, "it was just one weird dream. You always have weird dreams, this one just didn't end well. I need you here now, brain. You're big. You're weird, but not too weird. Most importantly of all though, you're strong."
[Karma by AJR stops playing]
[Doom 2016 OST: Mastermind starts playing]
"GRRRRYYYYAAAAAUUUUGGGGHHHEEEEEEEEK!!!!!!"
Deep within the pits of Hell, underneath what was once Argent D'nur, an armored warrior was in the heat of battle against the massive mechanized monstrosity of what was once Dr. Olivia Pierce.
After being promised new life by the demonic lords, her wish was granted in the most twisted way, transmogrifying the fiendish yet sadly gullible human scientist into the Spider Mastermind, an extremely fast and powerful demon.
Yet she and it was merely a pawn, a last-ditch attempt to stop the warrior that had caused Hell so much grief.
A feeble effort to stop the Doom Slayer, the bane of Hell's existence, as he dashed and ran throughout the arena avoiding argent plasma blasts from the beast.
The Slayer peppered and pelted the creature with all forms of ammunition from his wide arsenal, ranging from shells to bombs to bullets to rockets, showing the cranial arachnid absolutely no mercy.
Even when it summoned meaty pillars across the battlefield in an attempt to catch the marine off-guard, the Slayer either used them to avoid ground-covering energy attacks or just blasted clear through them.
Eventually, the creature began to wear and cower, its attacks growing more sporadic and desperate. It grew incapable of supporting its own weight with its legs. Yet the Slayer showed no sign of fatigue.
Soon the Spider Mastermind collapsed completely, ceasing it's movements entirely and allowing the Hellwalker to stomp towards it.
[Doom 2016 OST: Mastermind stops playing]
He'd been saving one final shot from the BFG throughout the battle, and after wrenching the demon's mouth open, he shoved the weapon into its gaping maw and pulled the trigger. Grey matter and viscera exploded from the beast's head, causing blood to rain down and splatter onto the hardened soldier.
The Slayer returned the weapon back into his quantum hammerspace inventory. Honestly, one could make anything sound science-y by incorporating the term 'quantum' somewhere in it.
The Hellwalker looked down at the remains.
She was actually willing to sell out her Earth and all of her coworkers just for whatever hollow promises the demons offered her?
Fuck that bitch.
Either way, it was done. The Wraiths had been freed from their ceaseless torment, the Well had been shut down and Hell's most recent attempt at invading Earth had been stopped.
At least, this version of Earth that the Slayer had awakened into. What were the odds that after his very long life, he'd find himself back on another Union Aerospace Corporation base on ANOTHER Mars?
The Doom Slayer knew his vengeance was far from over. But once he found his way to the Maykers in Urdak and the Dark Lord himself, he'll make sure they personally share the same fate as Pierce.
TETHER ACTIVATED
Goddammit. Now what did Hayden want? The last thing the Slayer wanted was to have that tin can talk his ear off for trashing those pumps for Argent Energy.
As the tether processed commenced, the Slayer began to float in the air. Arcs of blue electricity began to crackle around him, burning off any residual blood from the newest kill.
Soon the Slayer was practically yanked away from the area and vanished, leaving only the humongous carcass as proof he was ever there.
When the Slayer opened his eyes, he found himself in a darkened room standing on a transport pad similar to those he used in the Kadinger Sanctum and VEGA Central Processing.
However, he sensed something wasn't right when he noticed the same electric arcs from the tether system had his wrists and ankles practically bound, leaving him floating in midair.
Emerging from the clearing steam in front of him, he saw a familiar mechanical figure walk toward him down the catwalk.
Samuel Hayden.
The Slayer's eyes narrowed, knowing that this stunt had to be his doing.
"You've won. It's over. You've stopped the invasion and closed the portal. But it's come at a price. Argent. Vega. This entire operation.", said the soon-to-be-made-into-scrap-metal UAC chairman.
The cyborg soon stood before the Slayer, looming over the Hellwalker as he was met with a murderous leer.
"You see, I've watched you work. Come to understand your motivation. You think the only way is to kill them all, leave nothing behind… and you may be right. But we CAN'T just shut it all down. Without Argent Energy, it WILL be worse. I don't expect you to agree."
The cybernetic scientist then held out his hand, causing something inside the Doom Slayer's inventory to be magnetized and fly straight into the metal man's grasp.
The Slayer's eyes widened in shock at the sight of the item.
The Crucible! The demonic tool that had been crucial in shutting down The Well.
And this cybernetic son of a bitch was taking it for himself!
"But with THIS… we can continue our work.", Hayden declared, gesturing at the device.
Was this machine mad!? Did he have a screw loose or something? Their 'work' was what got the demon's attention in the first place! And now this 'end justify the means' bullshit ideology that Hayden was bearing was gonna risk ANOTHER Hell invasion! This time to Mars AND EARTH!!!
"I am not the villain in this story, I do what I do because there is no choice.", the bastard bot explained.
'REROUTING. TETHER COORDINATES COMPLETE'
The intercom's announcement made it clear what Hayden was trying to pull and it infuriated the Slayer to no ends. He struggled and writhed within his energy binds but to no avail.
If he thinks he can cast him off into the ether like trash then he's got another thing coming. He better pray he doesn't find him again.
"Our time is up. I can't kill you but I won't have you standing in our way."
With a flick of a mechanized wrist, Hayden unsheathed the Crucible's true power as a sigil-etched blade of pure red Hell energy ignited from the skull-adorned handle. It crackled with an unholy might.
"Until we meet again…", Samuel Hayden said as parting words to the Slayer, who struggled with all his strength against the invisible chains that had him bound.
The mechanical man turned around and walked away with confidence as the Doom Slayer could only watch in helpless hatred, eyes bore into his back with burning and blistering fury. Soon the soldier was again enveloped in crackling blue energy, spiriting him away to… somewhere else.
"Doesn't it ever seem, I don't know, a bit excessive?", Kobawa asked, glancing up as he walked under a massive digital billboard promoting a brand of energy drink with a cross-armed Endeavor's intimidating yet stoic visage glaring down at the passers-by down below.
The school day was over and everyone was returning to their homes. One group of class 1A students had decided to walk to the nearby train station, accompanying the rest that would continue their homeward trek on foot.
Kaito Kobawa was offered some time ago to join the group that walked to the station after school that consisted of Izuku Midoriya, Ochako Uraraka, Tenya Iida, and the most recent addition since the Stain Incident, Shoto Todoroki.
The Freeze-flame student noticed his gaze and, after following it to its source, replied.
"I suppose, but it's inevitably part of the life of a Pro-Hero."
The other three noticed said billboard as they continued their walk down the sidewalk.
"Todoroki is correct. If any of us become successful enough, we could all be approached to make several sponsorships during our career.", noted Iida.
"Yeah, but of course that wouldn't be the point of it all… even if the cut from the merchandise profits could be big…", said Uraraka, saying the second part to herself.
"She's right. At the end of the day, heroes inspire others and fight to help and save people.", agreed Midoriya.
Kaito kept looking at the billboard with a blank expression before turning his gaze back to his classmates. He still has no idea how any of these guys managed to call him their friend in the short time he's known them all.
Knowing he's nearing that same brick wall again, he brought back his smile and decided to steer the conversation away from it.
"Guess so. Anyone would be lucky to be a Pro-Hero, huh?", he spoke in his more common casual tone.
"It's more than just luck, Kobawa. Becoming a Pro required hard work and being a Pro requires diligence. It is one of the greatest honors one could have in this world.", the spectacled student gleamed, the other three nodding in agreement.
"Hmm… so then, do any of y'all believe in Luck? Blue? Green Boy? Rose Cheeks? Red-and-White?", Kobawa asked quizzically.
"Personally, I don't think I can say I do. Luck to me sounds like nothing more than pure superstition.", Tenya replied honestly, holding his chin.
"I'm… honestly not sure. I might not have an opinion on the matter.", said Shoto. Given his family and upbringing, he wasn't sure where he stood on the subject.
"I think I'd have to agree with Todoroki. I mean, luck does sound like something nice to believe in, but it's also nice to know that hard work can pay off too.", Ochako replied, tapping her chin with a finger.
"What about you, Deku?", the gravity girl asked, turning to the green-haired boy.
"Luck? Umm… I guess. Kinda…", Izuku answered earnestly.
He couldn't deny that some kind of luck had to of kept him in one piece during his time with One For All. Then again, the hard work he put in with All Might during the nine months of training couldn't be forgotten. Then again, his first encounter with All Might was also something that could be considered a stroke of luck.
Kaito shuffled his way to the front of the group and proceeded to walk backwards facing the four.
"Ok, so you either don't believe in Luck or aren't sure if it's even a thing that's real. But you DO believe in Probability, right?", he asked.
The four looked at him with tilted heads, wondering what he meant by that.
"Well, of course probability is real. It's a mathematical concept.", Iida answered.
"YES! Of course! Now hold onto that thought!", Kobawa exclaimed with a cheeky grin, pointing at a confused Iida.
"Same with all of you.", he pointed at everyone else, the other three having similarly confused expressions.
"Hence, my epiphany: Probability is just Luck that can be measured with math."
He held up his hands. "Hear me out!"
"Ok, so say I flipped a coin. What are the odds that I can correctly predict what side it lands on?"
"That would be 50/50… right?", answered Uraraka.
"Right!", Kobawa shouted, pointing at the slightly blanched gravity girl.
"Now, what are the chances of me doing it again? Three times? In a row?", he asked, holding up three fingers.
"That would be… 2 to the 3rd power, if I can recall.", said Iida, doing the math calculations in his head.
"Exactly! And that's just on the coin alone. Not even taking all of the other invisible factors into consideration. The weight of the coin, who's flipping the coin, the strength behind the coin flip… etcetera, etcetera."
"All of those things, it's getting really dizzy keeping up with it all.", said Uraraka, already feeling befuddled herself at the notion.
"I guess I can see your point at it. But all of those factors seem almost impossible for a human mind to calculate.", said Midoriya, scratching the back of his head as he too started to have his head spin.
"But it can still be possible, maybe with a computer. So in a way, Luck is technically real. Just not something that can be written down completely.", the fire and ice user replied.
Kaito then turned around and faced onward. He looked wistfully at the distance, beyond the city skyline.
"An impossible ever-expanding omnipresent labyrinthian network of constantly shifting invisible forces, that's what my grandpa called it. Luck. Or… maybe it's fate that he was describing. Or maybe they're one and the same? I don't know… hard to recall those days.", he shrugged.
"Like, some moments are crystal clear. Others can get real foggy. Sometimes they just pop outta the blue."
At that moment, a booming rumbling could be heard echoing through the sky, startling the group. It could've been passed off as thunder had it not been for the fact that there were clear skies all around.
"What was that?", asked Midoriya as he and the rest of the group were now on red alert. Their eyes looked towards the skies in search of the source of the sound.
"A possible villain attack perhaps?", questioned Iida.
A sudden CRASH shook the five teens as dust blew out from the nearby alleyway in front of them. Midoriya was the first to instinctively run towards whatever or whoever caused the ruckus.
"Whatever happened, I need to make sure no one got hurt or worse!", he thought to himself.
"Deku, wait for us!", the gravity girl cried out, running after him with the others in tow.
"Green Boy! Hang on!", Kaito called out to his classmate.
"Midoriya! It may not be safe!", Iida called out, already experiencing flashbacks from the last time he had been in a dark alley. At least there was some daylight now but still.
As the four arrived and the dust cleared, they came across the sight of Midoriya's back as the boy stood in front of something.
Upon standing by his side, they were met with the sight of a man donned in a strange green armored spacesuit lying down on his back in crater of his own making in the concrete. Over his head, he wore a helmet with a tinted visor that managed to obscure the features of his face. He laid still in a starfish position, completely unresponsive.
"Sir! Are you ok?", Midoriya asked, calling down at the crater.
"Who is he, Deku? Is he injured?", Uraraka asked as she stared in the same direction as her classmates.
"I don't know. I've never seen him before as a hero.", he replied.
"Maybe he's new? That cloud of dust from earlier must've been from him. He must've fallen a great height to crack the ground like that.", Todoroki deduced.
"True, but shouldn't we call the authorities then? Or a Pro-Hero in the general area at least?", Iida recommended.
While the four students talked amongst themselves on the next course of action with the fallen stranger, Kaito crouched down to get a better look at the man. The armor appeared really advanced, too advanced to be some low-level thug. At that moment, he made his decision.
"I'm gonna poke him.", Kaito declared, earning himself blank stares from his peers. He looked towards them all, noticing their blanched expressions.
"C-c-come again?", Deku asked.
"You're joking, right?", said Uraraka in similar confusion.
"What? We gotta see if he's even alive or not. Or what state he's in. He could be drowning in his own blood for all we know.", he stated.
"Besides, I'm the only one out of all of us that could do it without actually getting close to him. Remember?", Kobawa noted, reminding everyone there of his quirk.
"If he tries anything, I'll just pull my arm back in an instant."
"Even so, I'm… not so sure if that's the best course of action to take.", questioned the Engine student.
"Well, if this guy is hurt, wouldn't it be more irresponsible of us to not check his condition before wasting the time of emergency services or a local Hero on duty?", Kobawa countered.
Iida was about to speak against such a blunt action again before realizing, "His reasoning is sound.", he thought to himself, causing him to hold any further words in his mouth.
"What if he's a villain that'd been in battle with a hero?We don't even know what his quirk is.Whatifheattemptstoattackus?Wewontbeabletodefendourselvesandweriskendageringciviliansif…"
"There he goes again…", Uraraka said as Deku went into another mumbling tangent in overanalyzing the situation. She honestly saw it quite endearing, even though she'd never admit it aloud.
A clap from Kaito mere inches from his face was able to snap the greenette out of it.
"Hey, Green Boy. If it makes you feel better, I can just go find a stick to poke him with instead.", he replied.
"A… stick?", Todoroki asked with a raised eyebrow, donning a baffled look alongside the rest of his classmates.
"Hmm, you're right Red-and-White. Finding a stick might take too long. Waste too much time. Y'know what? I'm just gonna go back to poking him.", Kaito concluded.
Before anyone else could argue and talk him out of it, Kaito's right arm began to stretch to double then triple it's length as it snaked towards the fallen man.
There were some faint crackles of blue energy sparking from the downed stranger, so faint that no one present could notice. Had they noticed, they may have insisted on reconsidering Kobawa's impulsive choice of action.
Just as his pointed finger was just a breath's distance from the visor of the armored man…
(ZAP)
"OWW!!!", the boy cried out, recoiling his arm and shaking his hand from the sting. The other four jumped from the reaction, fear soon replaced with concern.
"Are you okay!?!", asked a panicked Midoriya.
"He shocked me.", Kaito whined, sticking the pointer finger into his mouth.
"So… he's got a quirk like Kaminari?", asked Iida.
"No, I think his suit has a short in it. It was weak, really weak. Too weak to be an attack. Even weaker than Sparkplug's weakest output.", Kobawa answered.
"Maybe his suit got damaged in the fall.", inquired Uraraka.
"Maybe…", replied Kaito.
"Sorry if I made you guys worry. It was a tiny shock at most, like laundry fresh from a dryer or when you shuffle socks on carpet."
"You mean like static?", asked Todoroki, to which Kaito nodded in response after popping his finger back in his mouth.
"Mmm hmm."
"We should still find and report this to the proper authori-"
Iida began stating the next course of action when, all of a sudden, the armored man sat straight up. This caused the group of teens to jump back slightly and tense up from the unforeseen action.
The man's helmeted head pivoted from side to side, analyzing his surroundings, until falling onto the five students.
"Uh… hi?", Uraraka greeted/asked with a little hand wave for good measure.
The armored stranger remained silent. He stood up and looked down at the crater then towards the alley before walking calmly towards the group.
Everyone tensed up, not knowing what to expect out of the man. Midoriya's fist even ended up balling up in reflex from the months of training. The same with Todoroki. Kaito, on the other hand, seemed less tense than the others.
He looked at the stranger with intrigue and curiosity as he seamlessly strolled past the group like they weren't even there and into the street beyond the alley.
After getting their bearings for a moment, the five ran out of the alleyway and after the stranger. Only to find that the man had left and was now nowhere to be seen, lost amongst the metropolitan landscape.
"Huh, I guess he's ok.", said Midoriya, grateful for the mystery man's wellness but still eager to know his identity.
"You don't think he may have been a villain, do you?", asked Todoroki. The rest of the group soon grew anxious at the possibility that was brought up. All except for one.
"Naw, I don't think he was. Otherwise he might've tried attacking us. Besides, he didn't really seem so urgent on fleeing the scene. I mean, who casually walks away from the scene of a nonexistent crime?", reminded Kaito.
Believing that it'd be best for the situation to be handled by the pros, both Iida and Kobawa reassured the group to remain uninvolved and carried on. With the stranger gone, the five teens continued their walk to the train station and back to their own homes.
After blipping out of the Mars base, the Doom Slayer soon found himself in a free-fall that ended with him landing on his back. The fall was just another pain in the ass that the Slayer did NOT need that day. Hayden had betrayed him and may have jumpstarted the next potential Hell invasion. He was gonna make him scrap metal the next time he saw him, that is if the demons didn't get to him first.
As he laid down and gazed at the twilight sky, something had dawned on him.
He wasn't alone.
He heard voices nearby, young voices speaking in… Japanese?
What they were saying was translated and shown in subtitles in his HUD, courtesy of the Praetor Suit. Another perk courtesy of the Wraith, he guessed. The mold was really broken in making this suit.
Heroes? Villains? What the hell were any of them talking about?
After one of them had tried poking his face, he'd had enough of lying down and sat up. He had to hurry and find a way back to Hayden and it wasn't gonna be by sitting on his ass.
As he looked up, he saw the last thing he was ever expecting to see.
Kids. A group of teenagers in school uniforms to be exact. Four boys and a girl. All of them looked at him like he had sprouted an extra set of arms.
That wasn't the main thing made clear to the Slayer though. They were humans. That could've only meant one thing.
He was back.
After so many millennia, he had found himself back on Earth. Whether it was his Earth or Hayden's, he wasn't sure but still…
He had returned to the place he'd never thought to return to again after countless years of endless battle.
If only it were under better circumstances though as his train of thought returned to his latest escapade.
Hayden.
The Crucible.
Olivia Pierce's attempt at a Hell Invasion.
The Maykers.
No. Not again.
He had to get going.
He walked out of the alleyway as he took in the sight of a city. A human city. Yup, he was back on Earth alright. As he turned a corner however, he couldn't help but feel like something was… off.
Walking down the sidewalk, he noticed a man in a suit returning from what he could only guess was an office job.
That wouldn't have been anything unusual to the Slayer, had it not been that said man had an extra set of arms right underneath the first pair.
Across the street, he noticed a woman with antlers walking with her child, holding them by the hand. The child also sported antlers of their own.
The Hellwalker's left eye twitched as he grunted softly.
Where the ABSOLUTE FUCK kind of Earth was he in now?
Kaito Kobawa
Age: 15
Gender: Male
Quirk: Elongation
With his Quirk, he's capable of twisting, flattening, growing, shrinking, squashing and stretching his body into in way, shape or form he sees fit.
Due to this, however, his metabolism is far faster than average and constantly needs to keep his calorie count up. Holding a certain specific form for too long can also be strenuous for him.
Freezing temperatures can make his quirk difficult and near-impossible to use without injuring himself.