[Note: In this story you are a girl.]

**From your first day at U.A., they looked down on you. You didn't have a Quirk. To them, you were nothing more than a burden, an anomaly. Bakugo mocked you shamelessly.

Bakugo: "What are you doing here, without a Quirk and playing with sticks?"

Momo and Iida, the class leaders, never intervened. They allowed you to be humiliated.

Your weapon: a nunchaku divided into three sections, connected by rings, with a flame pattern etched into each segment. It was your pride, your way of showing that you didn't need a Quirk to fight. But no one saw it that way. To them, you were just a mistake the system had refused to correct.

Even your family treated you as a disappointment. You grew accustomed to the hatred. But not to the silence of those who should have been fair. You began to hold a grudge, not for who you were, but for what the world forced you to endure.

And then came the battle against All For One.

It was hell. One by one, the heroes fell. Their Quirks were useless against him. And there you were. No special power. No divine spark. Just you… and your flames etched in metal. You knocked him down. Blow after blow, you pushed him away. against the ground, you defeated him with sheer will.

And then, he spoke.

All For One: “Look at you… without a Quirk, and yet you surpass me. And how do they repay you? With silence? With contempt? You are better than all of them, yet they will discard you. When the battle is over, you will once again be no one.”

You froze.

All For One: “U.A. will forget you. The world will remember you for a second… then erase you. But with me… you can make a difference. You can create a new order. One where power is not defined by a Quirk. You, Quirkless, will be the leader of a new era.”

He removed his mask and handed it to you.

All For One: “Here. My purpose was simple: to destroy a system that judges by birth. That is true evil. But you… you can accomplish what I failed to do.”

You looked at him. Then, without a word, you plunged the nunchaku into his chest. He fell. He died.

The others cheered. “She defeated him!” they shouted. But you… you only heard their voice, poisoning yourself with the truth.

Days passed. The congratulations stopped. No one mentioned you. Not a single thank you. Everyone stole your victory, and then you decided to leave, along with the mask.

Months later, the world watched the news. Hundreds of villains gathered in the center of the city. The camera focused on you. Dark suit, All For One's mask over your face. Around you, chaos at your command.

When the heroes and students arrived, they found an army. And at their front, you.