Like I said before, and I'll say it again—being a kid is fucking awesome. When you're six years old for the first time, you're probably thinking about the future and all that shit. But this is my new life, and I'll be damned if I waste time thinking about growing up again.
Anyway, turns out I'm finally able to leave the house alone. My grandmother is—much to my disgrace—getting older. And I genuinely appreciate her at this point, so I'm probably going to cry if she dies. But thanks to that, she gives me more liberty. Sad thoughts aside, I can finally start at least a small part of my plan.
Let me explain. I'm a kid right now, so I can't do much. My first idea was to try and contact Izuku, but he's like a whole city away, so that's not happening. I've been analyzing the place I live for the past six years, and I think I found just the person I need.
A year older than me, blonde hair, and an addiction to killing animals—the vampire of the city, Himiko Toga, is right now chasing a mockingbird.
My quirk is useful for everything—and I mean everything. Since I'm a kid, there's not much I can do to travel without raising suspicions, but with my quirk? I have control of every part of my body. Not only that, but I can modify them however I want. Thanks to that, I can swing around using threads from my hands across the alleys of every building. That lets me travel enormous distances in almost no time.
After an hour of swinging around—while my family thinks I'm playing with the other kids in the apartment complex—I'm already in a nicer part of the city. I finally get close to my target.
"Yo! What are you doing there?"
I ask the seven-year-old Toga, who is crouched on the ground and munching something, blood splattered all around the tree she's hiding under.
She looks at me weirdly, her mouth covered in blood as she grabs the bird with both hands. She tries to hide like a scared animal before realizing I'm not scared or disgusted by her… appetites?
"A...aren't you scared of me?"
"Why should I? Because of the bird? It's beautiful, isn't it?"
Her eyes almost melt. It's obvious—after being judged by her parents and society itself, a kid younger than her thinks it's fine? Of course she's going to fall for that.
Like a lost puppy, she gets closer to me with that crazy smile of hers, grabbing my clothes and staining them with blood. I don't recoil in disgust—She ask, intrigued.
"You! You really think I'm not weird?!"
"No, I think you're rather cute."
And just like that, Himiko Toga became my first official friend—and my first victim.
Days passed as I kept escaping my neighborhood to go and play with Himiko. She became a little obsessed with our "friendship," taking me on hunting trips around her house. Thanks to her, I discovered another part of my quirk:
Gluttony.
You see, my body has two essential parts: the core, a white sphere that keeps me alive, and the threads that form my body. But what happens when I get damaged? The broken threads are replaced with new ones, shortening my "reserve."
So, how do I avoid running out of thread? Easy: organic matter. Meat or food—especially meat. My body doesn't have a digestive system. Instead, I just need to touch whatever I want to consume, and the next second it gets decomposed into hundreds of strings that become a part of my body.
This "dynamic" helped Toga and me trust each other more. While she killed animals for fun, I consumed them to avoid getting caught. She laughed every time I did it. And honestly… I was getting used to making her laugh.
"Do it again! Do it again!"
She'd tell me, handing me another bird. I'd touch it with my index finger, and the second I did, it would get absorbed like it was being sucked into a black hole. The bird disappeared into my hand, then into my body. She laughed so hard she'd fall to the ground holding her stomach.
My first thought was to save her. She was getting better. Still a maniac, sure, but maybe with some effort...
No.
That's not optimal. Look, the reason I did this was to plant a seed—something that, I hope, will bloom in a way that benefits me. I'm not here to make friends. I'm here to change—and win—this story, even if the methods aren't honest.
It was difficult, though. We had already spent a whole year together.
I'm standing in the park where we always play, while Toga sleeps beneath a tree. I need her to forget about me for now, but remember me when the time comes. So I start coming up with an excuse for—
I made a mistake
I didn't notice she was already awake. I also didn't notice she'd grabbed her knife. But I did notice when that asshole stabbed me in the back. Literally.
"Heh… heh… please… Akuma… show me how you bleed."
"Agh… wait… Toga—"
It hurt like hell. I tried to push her off me. Technically, I don't have nerves in my body—no pain receptors. But for some odd fucking reason, I can still feel pain.
She pulled the knife out of my back. I turned around. Before she could stab me again, I grabbed her wrists. She wore that maniac smile again—but her eyes were wet with forming tears.
"Bleed! Why don't you bleed?!"
She pressed her whole body weight into the knife. I reinforced my arms to stop her. She looked worried, but our eyes locked as we struggled. The pain in my back was unbearable. I couldn't regenerate—not yet. I needed the evidence.
"Himiko, Himiko, please drop the knife! We're friends!"
She hesitated—just for a second. I used that to redirect the knife and bury it in the ground before shoving her off. I made a mistake—I put my hand on her face. And maybe due to the frenzy, she bit my finger off.
Oh, another thing about my quirk I forgot to mention: my body is FRAGILE. Like, more fragile than a regular human's. I guess that's the price of immortality and regeneration—but goddamn, it's inconvenient.
"Why don't you bleed?! I want to taste your blood!"
She screamed, crying now, grabbing me and dodging my desperate punches. Gotta say—I could have escaped easily. But this was the perfect excuse I needed. I heard murmurs nearby. People walking by. That was my sign. The final scene of my arc with Toga.
"I'm sorry, Himiko. But as you can see… agh… I can't bleed."
"HEY! What's happening over there?!"
Before I knew it, a middle-aged man in a suit with glasses grabbed Toga and restrained her, making sure she couldn't move. His wife, I assume, picked me up while calling the police. The woman had long, elf-like ears. Irrelevant, but funny to remember.
After the police arrived, I met the Toga family for the first time. They deeply apologized on their daughter's behalf and paid the hospital bill to my agitated grandmother, who was informed her grandson was found harmed kilometers away from where he should be. She, of course, scolded me for a week straight—and I lost my street privileges for a while.
But it was irrelevant. I did what I needed to do. I became a distant memory in Himiko Toga's mind—an old friend that's going to shatter her world when she finds me again.
I couldn't hide the smile that formed on my face.