Hello! This is just a story I made for fun, so it is pretty rushed. I only made it because I like Yamori from Tokyo Ghoul as a character, and there's not a lot about of fanfiction about him out there. I couldn't really think of any other anime to cross him over with so I picked randomly and got MHA.

I use the appearance of Yamori from Tokyo Ghoul Jack, just because I like it more.

Also, there is only 1 OC, and they are present to explain Yamori's purpose for being in the verse. I couldn't really think of another way to add him sooooooooo...

Anyways I'll probs continue this for a while as this is an idea I actually like and I want to expand upon. If it does get good reception I wouldn't mind taking time to improve on and edit on the mistakes I've made.

I hope you Enjoy.

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He had been cannibalised by Kaneki. Just the thought of it repulsed him. It was meant to be the other way around; he was supposed to be the one to devour Kaneki. He was the 13th Ward's Jason for a damn good reason. He wasn't going to let it end like this. He was sure he'd regenerate soon. And once he did, he would tear Kaneki to shreds - pull him limb from limb.

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"What is 1000 minus 7?" Kaneki's question stung like a thorn, reminding him of his time in Cochlea. The endless hours of torture, the false reality he had constructed to escape the pain. He had tried to create another false reality where he was the one cannibalising, not the one being cannibalised, but it didn't bring the same thrill he felt in Cochlea. He was forced to rely on the numbers for solace, a source of distraction from the pain that gnawed at him.

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He didn't know what to do anymore. In Cochlea, the torturer would always stop before he could reach 6. But now, it was just him and the unrelenting pain. He yearned for his mother, longing for one last embrace of warmth and comfort. Yet, he knew that was impossible. He had accepted it. There would be no regeneration, no revenge against Kaneki, and no happy ending with his mother. This was the price he had to pay for the heinous sins he had committed as a ghoul.

However, strangely, he didn't feel regret but rather a profound sense of self-loathing. It was his fault for losing, his fault for being so weak. After all, the weak are trampled. They are overrun. They are violated. They are afflicted. He promised himself if he ever got a second chance he would make up for his 'lack of ability'.

"What happened to you?"

An unfamiliar voice rang through Yamori's ears. He lay there, silent and unmoving, unable to muster the strength to reply or even open his eyes.

"Well uhm… No hard feelings but you're a ghoul so bye-bye."

He heard the low hiss of a knife being drawn from its sheath but refused to fight against it. This was it, the fate of the weak: kill or be killed. He braced himself as he felt the cold edge of the knife slowly slice into the skin of his neck.

"Oh, it's Death Arms! The Punching Hero!"

A large crowd had gathered by the roadside, eager to see their pro heroes in action. For many, the hero before them was an idol — a strong, kind, and humble man who dedicated his strength to the people of the city.

"Everyone this is dangerous! Please step back."

In an instant, a stream of water formed a makeshift barrier, pushing the crowd back. Gasps of awe and amazement filled the air as the spectators marvelled at the superhuman feat, their wide, starry eyes now fixed on the new hero who had appeared before them.

"Even the rescue specialist, Backdraft, is here too!"

In the back, a green-haired boy jumped up and down in an attempt to get a better view of the situation, he tried every angle but his short stature and subpar athletic ability made it difficult.

"A monster? That's an amazing Quirk, too bad he became a villain."

"Yeah, it's sad. People with such awesome Quirks often don't use them for good."

The boy's green eyes lit up with a ferocious curiosity, he had always wanted to see a monster-type Quirk in action, it would be a great addition to his expanding diary of rare Quirks. He hastily pushed into the crowd eager to get a good look at the monster itself; as he slowly weaved his way through the crowd, a loud squeal erupted.

"Go Kamui, you can do it!"

Dozens of young girls cheered and encouraged the wooden hero. Kamui leaped from the roadside to the railway overpass where the villain rampaged. Noticing his presence, the villain swung its massive, calloused hand toward Kamui. Kamui jumped out of the way, the villain's hand crashing into the ledge he had been perched on, sending dust and debris flying. The villain snarled as he retracted his hand, preparing for another swing at the hero who was now directly above him.

The boy finally forced his way to the front of the crowd, squeezing in between two elderly men.

"Who's fighting the Villain?!"

On his left, a small, bald man with three spiky protrusions on his head pointed towards Kamui, who now had his branch-like arm wrapped firmly around a signal gantry.

The monster attempted to use its large size to its advantage, lunging towards the much smaller Kamui. Kamui hastily unwrapped his arm from the gantry before launching himself upwards, causing the villain to miss completely.

"Kamui Woods! A rising star in the hero world! He can turn his limbs into branch-like tendrils which he can control completely!"

"You were the one asking, but you managed to give a perfect breakdown of his ability, kid," the old man said, looking at the boy with a mixture of surprise and pride.

"Your a fanboy aren't you?

The boy sheepishly grinned, scratching his pale cheek.

Kamui ran towards the villain, weaving between a flurry of flustered punches and kicks. In a rage, the villain extended two of his broad, massive arms, attempting to crush Kamui in his palms. The wooden hero dodged swiftly before running up the villain's arms and stretching his branch-like arm out, attempting to obscure the villain's vision. The monster recoiled, taking his giant arm and swatting at the hero, launching him towards the roof of the railway overpass.

Kamui regained his composure, effortlessly stabilizing himself mid-air. He launched his arm toward the ledge of the roof, the branches wrapping around the edge, securing his hold. Once he had a firm grip, he reeled himself in and confidently landed on the roof top.

"Evildoer!" Kamui's voice thundered. "Your reckless use of your Quirk during rush hour endangers countless lives and disrupts the fabric of our society. Your actions are a direct threat to the peace and safety of our citizens." His voice, deep and commanding, cut through the chaos, momentarily silencing the villain. "You are the incarnation of evil."

The villain, stunned by Kamui's imposing presence, watched as Kamui began his ultimate move. With a determined expression, he brought his left arm towards his face. It swelled rapidly, individual branches sprouting and intertwining, forming a massive tangle of withering wood.

"It's coming! His signature move!" the boy cried out from the crowd, his eyes wide with awe. "Give it your all!"

The mass of gnarled wood shot towards the villain with incredible speed, each branch spreading out and slicing through the air with a sharp crack.

"Pre-emptive…" The boy excitement grew as he pumped his small fist into the air.

"Binding… Lacquered Chain Prison!" Kamui's voice rang out as the branches sped up, now blurring from the speed. The villain raised both massive arms in a desperate attempt to shield himself.

"CANYON CANNON!" A powerful shout echoed through the air as a gigantic woman descended from above. Her left foot collided with the villain's cheek, The impact sent him spiralling off the bridge and crashing the buildings below.

"Huh?" Kamui's eyes widened as he watched the scene unfold, his branches retracting back into his arm. "My spotlight…" he hissed.

The woman, dressed in a skin-tight suit, struck a dramatic pose.

"There she is — the stunning Mt. Lady, with her striking blonde hair and that mask with horns that perfectly captures her playful spirit!" A man announced to the crowd, who were now cheering and snapping photos of the new hero. The boy looked confused; he couldn't understand why the crowd was praising her so highly. All she did was kick the villain.

Kamui sighed as the crowd erupted in adoration. All Mt. Lady had done was deliver a decisive kick, yet her dramatic entrance had captivated everyone.

"It's me, Mt. Lady, the rookie hero!" she declared with a cheeky grin. "Pleasure to make your… ass-quaintance!" Her playful jab elicited a wave of smiles and smirks from the crowd. The crowd slowly dispersed as the onlookers reluctantly continued their days. The villain had been subdued and the show was over.

The boy trudged toward school, his gaze fixed on the notebook clutched in his hands, scribbling furiously about the day's events. His pen moved almost as fast as his thoughts, every detail still fresh in his mind.

"Kamui Woods, with his wood-based transformation quirk, can—"

A sudden, sharp sting spread across his face. He staggered, his notebook slipping from his grip and falling to the ground. He blinked, disoriented, and there stood a girl with jet-black hair, clad in a simple black tracksuit and scuffed sneakers.

Her eyes burned with a mixture of anger and contempt as she glared at him. "Keep your hero nonsense to yourself, for fuck's sake."

Without hesitation, she stomped on his notebook, the cover crumpling under her shoe. With a swift kick, she sent it sliding across the ground, leaving the boy to run after it.

"WHAT'S WRONG WITH YOU?!" he screamed, his voice cracking with raw anger. His face burned with a mix of shame and frustration. People on the street turned to stare, their expressions a bewildered blend of curiosity and concern. But the girl was already gone, a fleeting shadow disappearing into the distance.

He stood there, breathless and trembling, staring at the crushed remains of his notebook.

Hello Diary,

My name is Hakari Tanaka, and I live in Musutafu, Japan. Today, I ran into another one of those insufferable hero fanatics. They're always gushing about how incredible, powerful, and charismatic the heroes are. If only they knew the truth.

My parents were killed by a hero — the number two hero, actually. Endeavour. He beat and burned them to death, all because they stole from a supermarket. Even after they dropped the stolen money, he tracked them down, broke into their home, and ended their lives in their own room. I was hiding under my bed the entire time, paralyzed with fear.

Every day, I ask myself if he had to go that far. Do villains really deserve such a brutal fate? Sure, they fucked up by robbing a store, but is robbery really a crime that warrants such a cruel death?

This isn't the first time a hero has taken someone from me. All Might took my first friend. His parents were villains, but he was innocent. All Might stormed into their home and, in a so-called "accident," caused the building to collapse, killing everyone inside.

My dog, Susie, was also taken by a hero. Why? Because animals can have Quirks too. Susie had a fucking strength-enhancing Quirk that she only used when she was happy, but it was deemed a threat to the city's peace.

I have a Quirk called Calamity, a more powerful version of my mother's Calamitas. When I activate it and touch something I harbour hatred toward, it triggers a misfortune. The severity of the misfortune depends on how deep my hatred runs. It works on everything— even inanimate objects.

I should have used it on Endeavour. But I was frozen with fear, unable to move from under the bed, barely able to breathe. For a long time, I blamed myself. My parents always said my Quirk was more powerful than theirs combined and that it would one day save them. What a fucking saviour I turned out to be.

But today was the breaking point. I learned that my only remaining friend, another villain, was killed; cut to pieces by Best Jeanist's Quirk. I couldn't even cry or scream. I was just numb.

My Quirk works on everything, so I decided that I hated the world. There's something fundamentally wrong with Earth and society. My parents, friends, and dog were either innocent or had committed minor crimes. Why did they have to die? Why are heroes' actions covered up and hidden from the world, with no compensation for the victims? I hated heroes. I hated the world. So I activated my Quirk and touched the ground.

Normally, my Quirk manifests within three minutes. I waited, three minutes, five minutes, an hour. Nothing happened. I don't know what I was expecting. Maybe a supermassive black hole or an asteroid crashing into Earth. But nothing. To say I was disappointed is an understatement. I was devastated. On my way home, I even lashed out on that hero fanfic I was talking about before.

I should have destroyed his book. I should have destroyed him. Nothing hurts more than betrayal by someone you idolize. That boy will probably end up like me — hurt by those who were supposed to protect him.

Since my Quirk didn't work, I decided it was time to end it. I didn't want to live in this world anymore. I wanted to be reunited with my parents, my friends, and my dog. Instead of going home, I walked through an alleyway, heading toward the nearest bridge. But as I walked, I noticed something strange: a man lying there. Muscular and tall, with black slicked-back hair and a broad nose.

I approached him cautiously, observing his battered body. His clothes were plain; black shirt, white pants, black shoes. I was going to leave him there and continue to the bridge, but something compelled me to help him. It felt as if he was important somehow.

I decided to lift him, but he was heavier than he looked. After several attempts, I managed to get him to a position where I could move him. I brought him to my apartment. I got a few strage looks and questions, but I passed him off as my drunk brother. It took awhile, but soon we where at my apartment.

I propped him in a chair and took a closer look. In the alleyway, I hadn't noticed how badly he was hurt. He was bleeding from his head, chest, and especially his back, with what looked like bite marks. Yet he was still alive.

He should have been dead by now, but I assumed he had a Quirk that allowed him to withstand abnormal amounts of damage. Luckily, I'd done a few years of med school before dropping out, so I was able to patch him up.

Then came the strange part. I thought it would be a good idea to inject him with a numbing agent just to reduce the pain. So I prepared the needle and pushed it against his skin. But it broke.

I was confused. I thought his Quirk was some sort of pain tolerance. Not skin hardening. I heard it was possible to have multiple quirks but that was extremely rare. I thought perhaps it was the fault of the needle so I tried again. Only to face the same results.

I then examined his feet. Apart from a few bruises, they seemed fine, except for his pinky toe, which I was certain had two joints. Without an X-ray, I could only rely on touch, but I was sure I felt more than one joint.

This man seemed to have super skin and extraordinary pain tolerance, yet had two joints. There was something fundamentally wrong here, but no matter how closely I examined him, I was certain there was more than one joint in his toe.

As I'm writing this, he still hasn't woken up. But I've noticed he has been healing faster than normal. Perhaps he does have a Quirk and its some kind of full body enhancement. Like All might...

I just hope this is worth it.

Thanks for reading!

For those who do read this, if you happen to dislike the diary format the OC uses, I am more than willing to change it in future chapters.