Quirk Description

Quirk: Blades

Ability: Allows the user to summon any kind of bladed weapon within a small area of the caster.

Stats

Power: 4/5 B
Speed: 6/5 S
Intellect: 5/5 A
Technique: 7/5 SS
Cooperativeness: 2/5 D

Chapter 1: Second Chance

It was like any other day for me, I woke up, ate some food, and went looking for trouble. My family left me after my quirk developed, they thought that I was dangerous and would kill them all. I did it anyways, I hated them. My normal entertainment was either killing some thugs, or robbing banks.

"God.... this place is empty today.." I said walking though the park. Some kids noticed me, they were about two years younger than I was. "Hey! Can you help us?" One of them asked as they pointed to a tree. I knew they lost a frisbee in the tree but I'm afraid of high places, it was a drawback of my quirk. I shook my head and apologized as I continued to walk.

Soon enough I bumped into a few Highschoolers. "Watch where you're walking!" He barked at me as I simply pushed past him activating my quirk causing the boy to fall over in pain. "What did you do to him!?" A girl asked and I shrugged making your way to the store. "Y/N!" Someone yelled causing me to turn around.

I gave the person a cold stare. It was Bakugo, the not so friendly neighborhood bully. But he enjoys picking on me and this kid named Myidoria. "Don't forget what happens when you walk away from me!" He yells as I just continue to walk to the store to get food for the week.

Bakugo chased after me, but I eventually lost him allowing me to get the food I needed and leave. On my way home there was no problems except for one big one. The cops surrounding my place. "Come our with your hands up! We have to surrounded!" I heard one of them bark into a loud speaker.

I walked over to them and placed your groceries down. "What can I do you for officers?" I ask them from the outside of their little circle. The all looked at me and all I Realized is that I fucked up. I quickly threw my hands into the air hoping not to get shot today.

They quickly handcuffed me and took me to the station for questioning. "We finally caught you.." One of the older cops said as he paced the room. At this point I was sweating bullets, I had no idea what you were being busted for this time.

A few people came in and out whispering things and handing folders off. "You'll be here for the rest of your life kid.." The grizzled cop said as me nodded. "Unless..." he lead on and called someone else in.

Some weird furry man thing walked in and I could only think. "What the fuck!?" He sat down across from me and I was just confused the whole time. "You can have a second chance with me at U.A. or spend your life in prison, what will it be?" I was confused. Someone was offering me a second chance!? This isn't normal... "wait a minute I'm in a shitty fan fic! We're all good! Let's keep this show rolling people!" I said as I motioned for people to start moving set parts and cameras. I snapped back to reality and I greedily nodded my head yes.

His eyes lit up as I did so and he dragged me out of the room with so much power behind the little legs he had. Oh and if you haven't guess yet, I'm You, we'll you're me. This is all a little confusing right now for the both of us. But we'll figure it out together.

Now I was walking into the gates of U.A. a rat man thing was dragging me behind him as we talked about classes and such. I was going to take the entrance exam but no matter how I did on it, I'd get some class here, god I love plot armor, it makes stories coolest bullshit!

Soon enough I got a date for the exams and I saved it into my phone. I wasn't allowed to go home so I had to stay with a teacher until dorms were set up. I was unlucky enough to get stuck with the R-rated hero: Midnight. If I was a complete perv I would be in heaven. But nope, I'm a good ol' delinquent boy.

So we went to her house and she was very  laid back. We watched movies chatted, and we passed out on the couch with root beers in our hands.

A/N: I start tapping on a microphone. "Is this thing on?" I question as I know you can hear me. "I'm trying out a new style of writing, let me know if you all like it!"

A/N 2: okay that's my first and last cringe A/N, I love you all!