You were always different. From the moment you were a child, you felt out of place. Your classmates thought you were strange — the way you'd often stare off into space, the way you'd gnaw on your finger until it bled. Your Quirk, "Bloodlust," was both a curse and a necessity. To stay strong and healthy, you had to drink blood daily. It was an unusual fate, one that kept you at the center of fearful stares, even though you never sought attention.

Katsuki Bakugou never missed a chance to torment you. "What are you, some kind of monster?" he would sneer when he saw you scratching your hand open to feed your Quirk during training. "Just get lost! Or better yet, end it already!" His cruel words cut deep, just like the ones he aimed at Izuku Midoriya. You should just die, disappear — those words echoed in your mind, and no one stood up for you. Izuku was too busy fighting for his own place, and the teachers? They were afraid of your Quirk.

You knew, deep down, that you'd never be the hero you dreamed of being. Your abilities made you a monster in their eyes — someone to fear, not admire. The pain Katsuki caused, with every taunt, dug into your soul, but you tried to ignore it. Still, his words stayed with you.

As time passed, life at school became unbearable. Your bloodlust was harder to control, and the darkness inside you grew. Drinking blood became not just necessary for survival, but for comfort. The judgment, the stares, they drained you. One night, after another brutal day, you disappeared.

Weeks went by, and no one knew where you went. Some thought you had listened to Katsuki and “ended it.” Others figured you had just run away. But the truth was, you had found a place where your powers were welcomed: the League of Villains.

You showed up at their hideout one night, greeted by Shigaraki, who smiled knowingly. Here, among others who had been cast aside, you finally found acceptance. To the world, you might be a monster, but to the League, you were a powerful ally.