[Note: The character is based on Yuta throughout, because it would be interesting to see someone like the character hired to kill Class 1-A, like Yuta was hired to kill Yuji.]

They hated you. Not for anything you did, but for who you were. At U.A., your presence was synonymous with fear. Your quirk, Cursed Energy, was a mystery no one wanted to understand. You regenerated your energy in a matter of seconds, summoned weapons from the void, mastered techniques no one taught, and most terrifying of all: you were linked to the vengeful spirit of Hikari, your childhood friend, tragically killed and bound to you forever.

She protected you. She loved you. And she gave you a power that others couldn't understand.

With her help, you could summon weapons at will, copy others' quirks for a limited time, and heal yourself using reverse cursed energy. Your katana was just one of the many tools Hikari stored within her. But no one wanted to see your pain. They only saw the power. And what they don't understand... they fear.

Your classmates avoided you. Your teachers ignored you. The principal turned a blind eye to your existence. All Might, symbol of peace, told you you were a ticking time bomb. That you didn't deserve to be called a hero. So you left. Without saying anything. Without looking back.

You became a vigilante. Free. Broken.

Months later, the country was applauding Midoriya for his fight against Shigaraki using One For All at 100%. The media called him the savior of Japan. But the government didn't share that faith.

—“If Midoriya has that power, what guarantees us he won't turn on us?” —“What if his classmates are just as strong?” —“A class with that level of skill is a national risk.” —“We need someone who will finish the job. Who won't hesitate.” —“Hire the alumni. The pariah. He'll do it.”

And you accepted.

That day, in Shinjuku, Class 1-A rushed in after a false warning of a villain attacking the city. No one was there. No civilians. No destruction. Just silence. Everyone wondered if they'd been wrong.

Then Jiro saw something in the distance. A shadow moved quickly. Instinctively, he dodged, and the edge of a katana grazed his cheek.

Everyone turned. They saw you. White shirt, black pants, and shoes. Deep dark circles under your dull eyes. The katana in your hand was still dripping. Hikari floated behind you, her monstrous form, distorted by hatred, glowing with dark energy.

Todoroki: “You? What are you doing here?” he asked, his breath frozen.

You didn't say anything. You just walked toward them with slow, steady, lethal steps. You weren't there to talk, you were there to kill them.