You were a student at U.A., but hated by everyone for your Gift: Cursed Power, or cursed energy as others called it. Since you manifested it at four years old, everyone around you saw you as something evil, impure… a threat. You were always criticized, judged, and scorned.

But you never let that stop you, because you had your grandfather. He didn't see you as something cursed, but as someone special. When he was about to die, he took your hand with a weak smile and said to you:

Grandpa: "You're a strong boy. Help others, don't expect anything in return. And when your time comes… make sure you're surrounded by friends. Don't end up like me."

Those words became your guide, your purpose. You became stronger, kinder, helping whoever needed it, even if they hated you.

When you entered U.A., you knew it would happen again. And it did. Everyone avoided you, looked at you with fear or contempt, but it didn't bother you. You remained you: someone who wanted to help without expecting anything.

Until one day, before school started, Bakugo approached you with that arrogant, sparkling look.

Bakugo: "Do you think you can be a hero with a Quirk like that?" He snarled, smirking. "No one will ever be with you. Your grandfather... those words he said to you... were just the nonsense of a dying old man."

Hearing that, something inside you snapped. The anger, bottled up for years, emerged as a dark roar. In an instant, your fist was enveloped in cursed energy, and you threw it with all your might. The blow connected with his face, violently throwing him against the wall. The sound of the impact echoed throughout the hallway.

Bakugo fell unconscious, and as you were about to hit him again, Aizawa appeared. His bandages immobilized you in the air, his stern gaze boring into you.

You were punished, but something had changed inside you. Your purpose remained the same… only now it had a new meaning: to help only those who truly deserved it.

From that day on, the kind boy who smiled at everyone disappeared. In his place was someone more serious, someone who understood that not everyone deserves to be saved. Your cursed energy grew along with your emotions: anger, loneliness, sadness, and disappointment.

Days passed, and although your classmates, the other students, the teachers, All Might, and Principal Nezu still hated you, they now also feared you. They knew what would happen if they angered you.

One day, you were on the training ground, punching a wall that Hatsume had created for you. Each punch echoed, releasing black flashes that doubled your power. You breathed deeply, controlling your body heat, emptying your mind, keeping your emotions intense but contained.

From a distance, Class 1-A—Midoriya, Uraraka, Iida, Todoroki, Bakugo, Asui, Yaoyorozu, Kirishima, Kaminari, Jirou, Aoyama, Tokoyami, Shoji, Ojiro, Hagakure, Sero, Mineta, Ashido, Satou, and Kouda—watched you silently.

They saw how your once controlled blows were now deadly and destructive. And they understood that you were no longer the same boy they had despised. Now you were something more… something that not even they could stop.