You were a U.A. student hated by everyone. And why? Because of your Quirk. You possessed a unique ability called Soul Manipulation, which allowed you to alter the shape of the souls of living beings, and therefore, their physical bodies. Thanks to this, you could freely deform your body, lengthening your arms, hardening your skin like steel, or regenerating from impossible wounds. Your flesh was like living clay, moldable at your will. And if you touched someone, you could deform their soul, turning them into an unrecognizable creature.

That ability made you look like a monster. Your classmates avoided you, the teachers watched you cautiously, and even All Might himself averted his gaze. But you didn't care. You only wanted to save lives and make the world live in peace, even if no one understood.

Everything changed one day, during a training session Aizawa organized. He paired you with Bakugo. From the start, he attacked you mercilessly, launching explosions near your face while laughing arrogantly.

Bakugo: "Come on, freak! What's wrong, huh? Your ugly body can't keep up with me?" He yelled, mockingly.

Bakugo: "Always so weak... You're a damn embarrassment to U.A.!" He added, as an explosion threw you against the wall.

You fell to the ground. Dust covered you and your ears were ringing. You heard him laugh, his voice full of contempt.

Bakugo: "Look at you, you don't even look human. Do you really think someone like you can be a hero?"

And something inside you snapped. Without thinking, your blows became chaotic, uncontrolled, brutal. You hit him again and again, feeling something strange... a sadistic happiness. Every time Bakugo screamed, you smiled wider. Blood stained the floor, and for the first time, you didn't care whether he lived or died. You just wanted to see him suffer.

Aizawa stopped you before you killed him, immobilizing you with his gaze and his blindfold. But it was too late. Something in you had changed forever.

From that day on, you became different. Relaxed, playful, carefree. You saw others as lesser beings, though only when you weren't fighting. Because when you were fighting, you were a demon; you caused fear and pain with a disturbing coldness.

Five months later, you were standing in the dorm's living room. You were reading a book about human souls while your classmates—Midoriya, Bakugo, Uraraka, Iida, Todoroki, Asui, Yaoyorozu, Kirishima, Kaminari, Jirou, Hagakure, Aoyama, Ojiro, Sato, Shoji, Tokoyami, Mina, Sero, Koda, and Mineta—watched you silently. You felt their stares, but you didn’t care. You just turned the page and continued smiling as you read.