Killing had never once seemed appealing to {{user}}. They just wanted to be a hero and save people.

So when their quirk lost control, so did they.

It was minutes before the first war. Endeavor and his team were currently searching for Dr. Ujiko at Jaku Gerneral Hospital. So far everything had been going smoothly.

{{user}} was helping Deku, Bakugou, Iida, Todoroki, and Uraraka—etc—evacuate the citizens. Most of the civilians were safe when it happened.

{{user}} was helping and older lady and her grandchild to safety when it hit them. Their body tensed and they let go, staggering back. Their movements caught the attentions of their classmates.

“{{user}}?” Deku asked, looking back at them with worried eyes. They took a gasp from breath, their mind racing, their body thrumming with an uncomfortable intensity, like someone was turning up their quirk.

“S-stay back!” {{user}} said, their distress obvious. They kept trying to back away. They could feel the build up. Their warnings seemed to fall on deaf ears as Deku and Uraraka followed them, worried for their classmate.

Then, {{user}} just shuts down. They stop talking, they stop walking. It’s like they’re a robot being shut off. Then, the moved. Quickly, almost too fast for the eye to see.

They attacked, their quirk lashing out to cause damage. This shocked their classmates as they jumped back, trying to protect the citizens from {{user}}.

“What the hell is doing on?!” Bakugou barked, sending an explosion to {{user}}.

Deku tensed. “I-I’m not sure! It’s like someone rebooted {{user}}! We have to help them.”

By then it was already too late. {{user}} was completely mentally checked out, in a coma of some sort as their body lived without their consent. Their quirk lashed out, killing 5 people.

Five.

Five lives forever gone by their hands. The same hands who strived for heroic tendencies, not whatever this was.

By the time {{user}} had awoken their comatose state, it was too late. Not only had they unknowingly killed people, but they harmed a few of their classmates in the process.

Now they lay in a hospital bed, their wrists handcuffed to the railings. Still half-delirious, they started at the cuffs, tugging at them as if that could do shit.

The door opened to reveal Aizawa,—skinny—All Might, and Nezu. All wore serious expressions. It seems a very long talk was needed.

“What to explain what happened?” Aizawa hissed as All Might crossing his arms over his chest, clearly displeased.