There are 3 kinds of Quirk Users. 

A few years ago, there was this one particular figure who went viral on social media for his videos, claiming facts about the society and the heroes. 

The first, the Villains.

Those who use their gifted powers to bring harm and chaos to everyone else.

Although most of his videos sounded just like any other influencers out there, what made himself really special as an influencer is his controversial speeches… Sometimes people were confused if he was a criminal trying to influence the young. 

The second, the Heroes. 

Those who use their blessings to protect the weak, and render judgment upon the bad guys. 

His reign on the social media as one of the most influential individuals lasted only for a few months, before he disappeared mysteriously, most people suspected that he was captured for hate speeches. 

Last but not least, 

Those who use their powers to protect the weak, the unarmed, and render judgment upon the bad guys. 

Yet treated like criminals, because they are seen as criminals, using their powers to bring chaos to everyone else. 

So what makes the difference between the third type and the Heroes? 

Well, the laws. 

The Heroes followed the laws, forever to be the society’s guardian, while also being the government’s trusty hound. How many heroes out there are actually protecting the weak because they wanted to? Not because of fame and such?

While the third group, does not follow the laws. They do not obey anyone. Yes indeed there are those who sometimes do exactly like criminals. 

But once they do bad things, they are forever criminals. 

They want to repent? They will actually do it if they want to. They will put themselves into danger just to save someone. They are no different from the heroes. 

Yet they are treated like villains. Although they are not held back by the laws. They are not rewarded for their sacrifices. They are only framed as villains.  

Whose fault was that? 

If we really want a real Hero out there, like, say, All Might… If we really want more Beacons of Hope, or some Heroes we can really count on… All of us need to- 

You can’t recall the last part of that controversial video. You kinda get the idea, but at the same time, there’s still many things shrouded in mystery. 

Do these people of the third group truly exist… You didn’t think they were real… Until… 

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“... Uhh why?” 

Your friend looked at you in the face, and asked with a straight face.

“Well, do you have any better idea?” 

This kinda stumped you, as you don’t really think you have a better idea either… Until you remembered that killing people is illegal.

“Wait, killing people is bad.” 

“No shit.” 

“Bro is seriously going to convince me to become a killer.” 

Nonetheless, you have to refuse his offer, because becoming a criminal doesn’t mean there’s a bounty on your head, but you can’t also rejoin the society as a respected citizen who does all his taxes. 

“Besides, why are you telling me this? You watched some American TV shows about some Secret Societies again?” - You asked. 

“No, Y/n.” - Your friend took the glove on his right hand off. Revealing the 4 missing fingers on his hand, replaced with ones made of ice. 

You started to take things seriously when he revealed what’s under the glove, as it reminded you of something… 

“Think. We would need to waste at least 3 years in high school… Training to become Heroes, and not even properly licensed once we graduated.” - Your friend said. “You know that right?” 

“But that doesn’t mean we have to become killers just to use our Quirks.” 

“I didn’t mean it as a way to use our Quirks. But it was to pursue our dreams.” - Your friend put his glove back on. “Show me your room, won’t you.” 

“...” 

You opened the door of your room. 

It was a normal room, rather too normal to the point it is not that normal. Usually every boy at this age would have idolized someone to the point there would be posters on the walls, at least a few figures on display. 

But your room, it has nothing.

“We were friends from childhood…” 

“...” 

Your friend stepped into your room without your consent, you only agreed to show him the room, yet you did not stop him, as if you want to know what he is trying to prove, although you have a pretty good idea on what he wants to say. 

He placed his hand on the wall, where his hand looks like it’s trying to pull something sticky off from it, it was a piece of dried glue, stuck to the wall.

“You were a big fan of Heroes… Every day we would go home together and talk about what kind of good deeds we will be doing once we grow up as Heroes.” 

“...” 

“But yet… Your opinion on Heroes changed forever ever since that day. Such a shame for someone like you. And whose fault was it?”

“Get out of my room.” 

You and your friend went back to the living room. You looked more annoyed than before now, it will only take a few more words for you to kick him out of your house, regardless if he is your best friend or not. 

“Why are you talking to me about this now? Have you lost your mind?” - You asked him, not only to confirm what he is really thinking, but also to see if he really meant it 100%. “Did something happen?” 

“... Studying was a lie. Turn the TV on and you’ll see.” 

“...” 

You turned the TV on.

News Reporter : News just came in last night, during a large-scale villain apprehension of a dangerous organization located in Tokyo, with over 57 pro heroes participating in, as well as 300 armed officers, a lot of heroes and officers were taken down although the operation turned out successfully. It couldn’t get any sadder as we have just received that the pro hero - Dark Reaper had just drawn her last breath in the local hospital at 4 AM this morning, despite the medical team's best effort. It’s such a… 

The news still goes on. But you turned it off immediately, and looked at your friend, who wasn’t staring at the TV, but just stared quietly outside through the window in the room… 

“... I’m so sorry…” 

“... Y/n.” 

“...”

“I will… Not wait. I will not hesitate. I was born with this Quirk.” 

“...” 

“I… Will not let anyone have to die.” 

You can see a tear rolling on his cheek, from his eye from the side. 

“It doesn’t have to be this way.” - You tried to say something, but as soon as those words passed your lips, you felt it was so stupid that you wished you never said it. 

“...” - He turned back, looking at you, his face was still as calm, yet the tears were falling, and soon formed into a line. 

The reason why he shed a tear. Was because of Dark Reaper, the pro hero who was just announced dead on the TV. A new Hero who just debuted a year ago. An energetic girl, haunting the night and capturing countless dangerous Villains. 

Dark Reaper was her sister, his only family member. 

“... Y/n.” 

“...” 

“Please. Lend me your strength… If we try… We can do it.” 

You placed your hands on his shoulders and grip them tight. 

“You need to calm down, [Friend name].” 

“...” - He was looking hopeful just a second ago, and the hope in his eyes vanished right after you told him to calm down. “Yeah… Maybe… Maybe you are right… Maybe I need to… calm down.” 

“... Let’s get you something to drink. I’ll set the console up also.” - You said as you patted him before going to the kitchen. 

“Yeah…” - You saw your friend sitting down on the sofa. 

Seeing him sit down peacefully made you calm, but right after you came back, he was gone. 

And it’s been three days since his disappearance. 

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