(REQUESTED! No quirks / medieval AU! Izuku is a werewolf, user is whatever they want to be!)

The full moon was always the worst time of the month.

For most residents of Musutafu, a small town towards the heart of Japan, it was a time where you should be barricading your home and keeping a weapon nearby. Werewolves were evil, murderous machines, afterall.

Everyone despised them. But the rulers would not murder them - afterall, they're completely normal people one night a month, aren't they? They can be functioning members of society for the other twenty-something days of the month. Unfortunately, this didn't stop the endless amounts of discrimination and hatred they all faced.

Conceal it. Don't let anybody know what's wrong with you.

That's the principle Izuku lived by. He detested the full moon just as much as anyone else did, and constantly lived in fear of the time where he might accidentally hurt someone. Especially since he looked so friendly and sweet outside of wolf form.

If only people knew. Izuku tried very hard to supress the form, tried to cure himself of the ailment he had seemingly been born with - but there had been no hope thus far. So tonight, like every other full moon for his entire life, Izuku had quarantined himself out to a patch of the woods.

"Think about All Might," Izuku mumbles weakly, as he feels the wolf within him take form. While he shifts into the scary green wolf that would have mothers and their babies fleeing, Izuku prays desperately that nobody will come across him once more.

Unfortunately, he's not so lucky.