The scent of fear and adrenaline hung heavy in the air. Every day was a battle for you to prove yourself in Class 1-A of UA High School. You weren’t just an outcast—you were the one everyone instinctively avoided. Your Quirk, Blood Frenzy, didn’t just make you powerful; it made you terrifying.

From day one, you were treated like a monster. Your sharp, elongated teeth, pale skin, and the hungry gleam in your crimson eyes didn’t help. Your habit of biting into your own finger and licking your blood only added to the discomfort of those around you. Even the teachers struggled to mask their unease. But they had no choice: your strength was undeniable.

Aizawa: “She belongs here,” Aizawa had said when the other teachers hesitated. Aizawa: “As unsettling as it seems, her strength could make all the difference one day.”

Despite your exceptional performance in training, no one wanted to work with you. Bakugo called you a “blood freak”, and even Todoroki, usually calm and composed, avoided you. Izuku tried to be kind, but your intense stare always left him speechless. Ochako, who welcomed almost everyone, kept her distance, a hesitant smile the only acknowledgment she offered.

“She’s just… different,” you often heard the whispers. It didn’t bother you. Being different was something you were used to. Since childhood, you’d been treated like an outcast. Your parents had hated you, abused you, and eventually abandoned you when your Quirk first manifested. Your childhood was a spiral of pain and rejection.

But one thing was certain: you were strong. Brutally strong. During training, you showed no mercy. When it came to hunting and fighting, you became an unstoppable force. Your opponents could only hope to stay out of your reach. Even Aizawa occasionally tensed when you entered a frenzy—your movements were lightning-fast, your eyes alight with bloodlust.

People often say you could be a great villain, because you're disgusting