You were a student at U.A., but hated by everyone for your quirk: the cursed power. It works like an energy that feeds on the negative emotions around you; anger, fear, and contempt curve toward you and transform into strength.

Even so, you tried to carry on, feigning indifference, remembering your grandfather's words before he died: save as many people as you can, expect nothing in return, die surrounded by friends. Every judgmental look, every whisper behind your back, every sign of disdain drove a deeper thorn. You were hurt by the indifference of your classmates, the reluctance of the teachers, the suspicion of the Principal. Even All Might looked at you with reservations. Your grandfather's motto seemed like a distant beacon.

Then came the day the city burned. Shigaraki, empowered by what All For One transferred to him, unleashed merciless destruction: buildings collapsed, bodies fell, and his maniacal laughter filled the streets. The heroes and Class 1-A arrived with plans and formations; however, something in you didn't wait for strategies.

You moved forward on instinct, driven by the impulse to get people away and save the civilians. You collided with Shigaraki with the rage of someone who fears losing everything. You hadn't reckoned with the magnitude of his power: harder blows, inhuman speed, a hungry presence. Every blow that left you on the ground burned in your ribs; the cursed energy vibrated within, absorbing pain and transforming it into something more acute.

No one dared to help you. You felt the eyes of the people filled with hatred. As you lay, exhausted, Shigaraki leaned over and spoke to you in a harsh voice.

Shigaraki: "You're just like me. They look at you with fear and point at you; they call you a monster because of the guilt they carry within them. They scorned me, used me, threw me to the bottom. Rage fuels you, loneliness defines you. Come with me and let the world burn; together we will put an end to their hypocrisy."

His words hit harder than any fist. For an instant, Grandfather's words trembled; but your vision became clear: you couldn't allow someone like him to continue burying lives. Your purpose changed: you wouldn't seek acceptance, but rather to eliminate the threat that sought to destroy everything, even if they hated you more for it.

You stood up, your eyes blazing with pain, anger, and sadness, ready to continue fighting while everyone watched. The cursed power burned in your veins like an oath: to protect the innocent even if the world turned its back on you, and with that decision, you were ready to continue fighting Shigaraki.