Unlikely

chapter 7

It all started when I was sevenish. My mother and father died when I was pretty young so no one knew what their quirks were or really anything about them.
   I grew up in a pretty abusive foster home and didn't have many friends. I was alone. People didn't like me for one reason. My eyes. They were a deep red with these skulls for pupils and everyone took that as a sign to stay away from me.
   Except for one girl. Miami. She was there for me the moment she transferred schools. We became best friends. The time for quirks came and went and the two of us didn't have one.
    She became a bully magnet. People still avoided me for some reason. It happened when I walked into class and saw some guys pouring water on her head. I remember yelling at them to stop, but they laughed.
   That damned laughter. If they'd have stopped then maybe they'd still be alive. I didn't have control over my quirk. So when they laughed my vision got blurry and when it cleared, the whole class was dead. Including Miami. The teacher came in and screamed.
I was sent home early, no one knew it was me who killed them since they all believed me to be 'quirkless' I found it funny. But now I had a quirk. Though I didn't know how to use it. I figured it out though.
    All I wanted was to get away. To be free. So I kill my foster family. But I miscalculated and my foster father came home to his whole family dead
He was mortified. He knew it was me this time and he wasn't going to let me get away with it.
    So I was put in the hospital and for years they experimented on my quirk. It was complete hell. But I found things out about me that even I didn't know. Like how good I was with knifes and how if I looked in the mirror into my eyes, I would die.
     I escaped that place, of course. It took awhile but I managed to get away. I learned how to defend my self and even bought these katanas. I met shigaraki when I screwed up a kill. He promised me a better life.
   He was right. I love this place. It's so much better then the hospital. Honestly, I don't kill for fun. I kill for veagence. All those people who bully the quirkless of homeless. They are the ones who don't deserve to live.
    They are the true sin of society same goes with the heros who allow this criticism. They are all the same. And they deserve to be taken out.
    I've told you my story. What about yours?