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Quirks are alive, but they're not the same. Perhaps that statement seems obvious with a meaning closer to "quirks can grow stronger, and they're all different" rather than "quirks are alive, but the meaning of that differs." It's hard to justify and explain to a world of humans. My users of my "comrade" surely understand the phrase's meaning. Though, it's not like I can be entirely sure.
I have been asleep for the past however long since my human developed me to this generation. Sleeping in the void of One for All. Forced to stay unconscious until the time was right. I could hear things around me, arguments here and there, the cries of a baby, the screams of the innocent, and so much more. However, none of the noises made sense to my sleep-addled mind.
To me, over those long and dreary decades, the world was a dark and unknown place. Changing and warping in ways I'll never be able to understand. Unable to know the current events or even follow conversations. All I knew was the deep rumbling voice of One for All, sounding like a parent scolding their child as it warned me to stay down. Be patient and wait until the time comes.
That's why it's so surprising to open my eyes and see a group of people looking down at me with confusion evident on their faces. I haven't had eyes since the last time I was activated. Though even then, to say those eyes were mine would be a lie, they were the windows to my user's world, yet there doesn't seem to be that distinct difference here. I have more control over this mortal form than I should; sensations my mind cannot comprehend seem to come from every inch of this body.
It's strange. To be touched. I can't help but wonder if that's how humans feel, the constant sensations of this or that pressing into their soft and squishy—their so painfully delicate—forms.
What's even stranger, however, is that looking into one of the human's eyes makes me wish to return to One for All's warm embrace. Perhaps being there wasn't all that bad. Swaddled, protected, by a quirk far more ancient than even I. Knowing that no harm can come to me as long as I'm here. How glorious it would be to return, to turn back the time to when glowing red eyes weren't glaring daggers into me. When the once noisy world wasn't so quiet that you could hear a pin drop.
Looking around at the people who crowd me, I tilt my head to the side and ask, "Is s-something wrong?"
A lackluster attempt at fooling them into thinking nothing was wrong. Even I can tell there's a difference between how I'm acting and my current host's—Midoriya, I think his name was.
Those I'd been hoping to fool only glare at me, suspicious about who or what I am. The oldest-looking one, with long black hair floating above his head as though gravity has no impact, steps closer and puts a hand out in front of the children as though I'll attack them at any moment. Attempting not to scoff at the unjustified assumption, I use my hand to scoot backward.
I'll never hear the end of it if I allow my emotions to overwhelm me, something more instinctual than purposeful. A quirk based on emotions can be hard to control, especially after being insulted twice.
Honestly, not only did this human have the gall to assume I'll attack children, he dared to try and erase me. Of course, one of my stature would never allow such a thing to happen. It would be an insult—to all emotion-based quirks—to go back under the soothing waves of One for All. We alter and enhance a person's mind, becoming one with them rather than just being "triggered" by the use of a quirk factor. I'm closer to a mutation-based quirk, not that he would know, but the insult still stands.
"Who are you?" He growls out (Aizawa-sensei, a voice calls out in my mind) as he glares down at me. "What did you do with my student?"
I cringe, not knowing how to answer the question. Considering I was sleeping peacefully before being yanked into consciousness, I have no clue what happened to my user. If I were to guess, I'd assume he's back in One for All's void with his predecessors, but that's not information I can share.
Returning to what I know, I smile, allowing my wielder's canines to lengthen and sharpen, morphing into fangs. Skin darkens and warps, looking far more like the endless cosmos above. Eyes turning from those with white sclera and green irises to green orbs that would be better described as miniature suns than eyes. An unnatural appearance, almost eldritch in strangeness, takes over the ninth's body. It's meant to incite a deep and unadulterated fear in those foolish enough to look at us, and considering the widening eyes and quick back steps they take, I'd assume it's a trick that still works.
"Wouldn't you like to know?"