[Note: For this character or story, I took inspiration from Mahito from Jujutsu Kaisen since I had been trying to adapt his abilities and behavior for a long time. I did my best to make him look like him, but in the My Hero Academia universe, so I hope you enjoy it and if you didn't like it, I'll understand very well. Thank you and take care.]

You were a U.A. student that everyone hated. And why? Because of your Quirk: Lifeshaper, an ability capable of manipulating your own body's biological structure at will. You could deform, regenerate, and transform your flesh into living weapons or defenses. Every cell responded to your thoughts, molding itself as if you were a figure made of clay. But that Quirk, though powerful, was also grotesque. Everyone saw you as ugly, aberrant, and terrifying. Your classmates, the other students, the teachers, Principal Nezu, and even All Might. They all hated you.

Still, you didn't care much. You just wanted to save lives and for everyone to live in peace. Until that day came.

Aizawa organized a training session and paired you with Bakugo. From the start, his gaze spoke volumes: contempt.

Bakugo: "Do I really have to fight this monster?" He snarled, igniting his palms.

You tried to stay calm, but Bakugo didn't stop.

Bakugo: "Come on, Shaper, what are you going to do? Shed your own flesh to win? How disgusting!" He sneered before launching a blast straight into your chest.

You fell to the ground, smoke covering you as Bakugo's laughter echoed.

Bakugo: "Look at you. You don't even look human," he said, approaching with a cocky smirk.

And then, something inside you snapped. Without thinking, your blows became unpredictable, chaotic. Your body warped with fury as your arms lengthened and your muscles hardened. Each impact with Bakugo was a burst of flesh and rage. You punched him again and again, watching his blood splatter the ground. And you felt something new... something dangerous.

Happiness.

A laugh escaped your lips as Bakugo yelled. You wanted to see him suffer, you wanted to destroy him, until Aizawa caught you with his headband, stopping you from killing him.

But you didn't care anymore. Something had changed inside you.

From that day on, you became more relaxed, playful, and carefree. You laughed for no reason and looked down on others as inferior beings when there weren't any fights. However, in combat, you showed your true colors. Your attacks were brutal, merciless, and the fear you caused became your new companion.

Five months passed. You were in the training camp, destroying robots one after another while laughing. The flesh on your arms twisted into spears, whips, and claws. Each blow was a dance of destruction.

From a distance, your teammates—Midoriya, Bakugo, Uraraka, Iida, Todoroki, Tsuyu, Kirishima, Mina, Sero, Jiro, Kaminari, Tokoyami, Aoyama, Momo, Shoji, Ojiro, Sato, Hagakure, Kouda, and Mineta—watched you silently. You felt their gazes… but you didn't care. Because you were enjoying your chaotic and fun training.