Kurogiri Just officially turning 12, had a birthday party with Sensei. Oh, goodness is Sensei cuddly, He’s really embracing these softer emotions when not wearing his Villain suit. Not that Kurogiri minds that, he has an empire to run after all. He had gotten him lots of gifts, new glasses, new courses to learn. It’s all very nice. Sensei has taken to softly hugging Kurogiri more, giving him praises and in general teaching him a lot of life skills, while still giving Kurogiri time to himself. This is more than he could have ever asked for. Kurogiri’s training is coming along good too. All For One is training him to defend himself close range, as well as absorbing projectiles to spit them out elsewhere. It’s very intricate, he never pushes himself too far. Kurogiri is more than willing to fight for Sensei, no matter what facade he puts on. Kurogiri is willing to bet that the ‘All For One’ is the facade.
All For one hasn’t had much time behind the wheel as he would have liked. He thinks bitterly. That pastel Sensei has been coddling the child and showing that we care. His training is going beautifully, he truly is a team player. He’s very good at attacking at a distance. All in all, All For One is proud. The Nomus have been created at a readily speed. However, Sensei won’t just let me pick random drunks off the streets. Now we go after child abusers, sex offenders, and crooked heroes. Unfortunately, that has given Sensei some, media attention. So Sensei, while out finding proper Nomu, material changes his appearance to give him large horns on his head and large claws on his hands. So that no one will confuse the two. All for one is a Villain. He must constantly remind himself of being a villain, instead of letting the soft emotional one take over. All for one must protect both of those soft idiots. He will not admit to being proud of Kurogiri, He will not admit that his cold heart is changing. He will not admit to enjoying the softer moments with Kurogiri.
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A Distance away, a small young girl aged 5 with buns in her hair gains a fascination for sharp objects and blood. Helping another child when they got a cut. Changing herself to look just like him. The parents take her to quirk counseling and find out that this is her quirk. This is the beginning of her parents' abuse. They forget about her, they call her quirk villainous, and sometimes leave her unattended. They still feed her and take care of her. But for how much longer? How much longer before she runs away?
A young man faces harsh training with his father everyday. It’s not training when it leaves him full of bruises. It leaves him hurting, this man makes him push his fire quirk until he can feel it boiling his blood. He can’t take this life anymore. One of these days he’s going to lose control of his quirk. Controlling his violent urges is becoming harder and harder each day. He doesn’t want to be that man, he wants to be himself. But everyday he gets up and is greeted with the same red hair, the same face as that man who abuses his mother. He doesn’t know how much longer until he shatters completely, little did anyone know, that was sooner than everyone thought.
The Girl with the cherry red hair, and cherry clothing had lived at this orphanage for as long as she could remember. Her parents had left her here because she had a weak quirk. Simple as that. They were a strong businessmen family and believed a weak quirk was a weak link in the family. She didn’t need them. She could become whatever she wanted. What she could do was life-changing, and nothing could change her mind. All she had to do was survive this a little longer than she was home free. Or she thought until a new arrival from the hospital was delivered.
In the hospital lies a boy born with all his adult teeth, abandoned, and being taken to the orphanage. His mother did not want him, She knew what he would do in the future as was her quirk. She hoped that by leaving him his future would be safe. It was best that she would not be in it. He would grow up to be a villain that takes down All-Might. She didn’t want that in her family history. So she ditched out the first-floor window, once she was recovered from the birth. How could she love that thing? Later in the news that evening the mother had gone missing via a man with horns, falling into the future she had seen. A fine Nomu she would make.
The moment he was born he was considered evil. Medusa was his nickname. Medusa was the name he was given. His snake hair had almost killed his mother. But at the time how was he supposed to know? He's a toddler. The people were afraid of turning to stone upon eye contact, so they forced the newborn to wear sunglasses, never bothering to check if that was part of his quirk. Before shipping him off with the rest of the dangerous quirked individuals. A facility that helps individuals control their scary quirks with robots and minimal human contact during quirk training. This Facility has darker ties to the underworld.
He lived with his mafia family. His family had not wanted him when he was born. But kept him around until his quirk could come in. They struck gold. He could create objects out of the air around his hands. Suddenly he was given the attention he desired. All he had to do was work and create things. He found out that he was just a tool for them. They never once actually cared about him. He was to work to the bone for a family who saw him as a tool. He would be here till he died.
Lastly, this child was formed in a lab. He was created from darkness, and darkness is where he lived. He had just broken out of the government facility, and there was no going back for him. He ran, no one would hurt him. He would rule the darkness, and make those who harmed him kneel before him. Let those who created him and gave him a form, suffer for holding him to this plane of existence. He could not wait to become the king of the dark. But first, he and his companion must grow stronger.