In his final year of junior high Yaga Iwasaki began his hatred for rules. He hated having to think like everyone else, he wasn't going to allow himself to become brainwashed.
The red-head had gotten into UA, he just wanted the freedom of being a hero. Being able to use his violent quirk how he needed, but that wasn't enough. He needed freedom, after watching the movie 𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙋𝙪𝙧𝙜𝙚 with some friends in the dorms during his first year at UA he realized how amazing it looked. Pure chaos had never looked so beautiful. Yaga began fantasizing about this made up world. And the more he dreamed, the more he wanted to get out of this dystopian hell.
After much learning and training the young boy had learned a shit ton of stuff about heroes and villains that was certainly going to come in handy in the long run.
After so much debate, the UA student decided that he wanted to be a villain, not the best one, just a villain. In other words... He wanted to be free. He was held down most of his life by his overly religious father. After Yaga's mother left they didn't have enough money, and his father just continued to donate to charity, so yes, they were quite poor.
Yaga began to do illegal stuff, starting off slow with just leaving campus when he couldn't, fake IDs, and trying to buy drugs. After a couple months of practice he managed to dig deeper into the world of illegal activity. He began shoplifting, mugging people, and soon enough... 𝘀𝘁𝗿𝗲𝗲𝘁 𝗿𝗮𝗰𝗶𝗻𝗴.
He had found a little underground group and snuck in, although it didn't take the members long to realize he was there. He was a baby to them. At the time he was only 17 and the rest were in their twenties or older. They wanted him to prove himself. In order to get into their little group one would have to take the spot of the lowest ranked by beating them in a race. Yaga had never street raced before, let alone driven, but he knew the basics.
Before he knew it the red-head was being told the rules, which of course he wasn't going to follow. They were things he could get behind though, no bumping, don't crash the car, and don't get arrested. These rules were just for safety and they weren't things he desired to do.
Yaga's disregard for the rules gave him an advantage, he was taking short cuts and breaking the speed limit with no hesitation, yet it still was very stressful. He had to get into the group, who cares if he got kicked out of UA, he'll train himself.
Yaga Iwasaki had been in this group for almost a year now, the boy was now 18, and was treated with more respect, he had earned it. Yaga was no elite but he was pretty good at what he did and managed to keep his ranks high.
There was a game where they wore thin fabric blindfolds, placed bets on eachother and raced. It was called 𝙔𝙤𝙪'𝙧𝙚 𝙎𝙘𝙧𝙚𝙬𝙚𝙙.
You had to survive off of your memory of the streets, lights you could see through the blindfold, and the people on the side of the roads screaming about obstacles. Surprisingly it wasn't often that people got hurt, but the vehicles did typically get badly damaged, hence why the lower ranked played it behind the higher ranks back. It was a stupid game, but people made it look and sound like so much fun.
Yaga never got the chance to play the game, typically the risk takers had already called dibs on the next game, this time he had the chance. One of the members who absolutely despised him gave Yaga his spot, probably in hopes of Yaga killing himself but at the time the red-haired boy hadn't realized that. Yaga thought that maybe he was being nice and trying to better their relationship, which was certainly not the case.
The 18 year old boy anxiously awaited nightfall. A part of him was quite nervous and the rest of him was exited, he knows that it's a crazy dangerous game, and so many people have been nearly killed playing, but none of them seem to care, none of them appear to be concerned about their own well being, they're all crazy.
