Chapter Text
Before we get to the villains standing before me, I would like to say a few words. For one, don't share everything you do on the internet. Secondly, sometimes things are best left unknown. With that in mind, here is the story of how my quirk got me into this mess.
You see, this whole thing stems back to some minor disappointment I had when I was a child. Every kid waits for the day that they hear from the doctors what their quirk will be if they have one. Not all quirks are made the same, or even remotely on the same power. Thus, a kid can only hope and dream that they'll be a part of the lucky few, or perhaps at least have one that is useful for daily life.
Well, it came turn for me to be that kid and what did the doctor tell me? I did in fact have one. But what it was…? They couldn't diagnose it. Yeah, that's right. Essentially my quirk was so obscure and didn't present itself in any physical way that all they could determine was that I had one.
Honestly looking back on it, I almost wish I hadn't been told I had one at all because what followed was many years filled with stupid stunts to try to explore when my quirk may show itself. Obviously that turned out fine and dandy as I went a full 20 years without knowing what it was.
Then one day, things turned out different. It was something so simple, and yet too foreign to be considered anything but quirk related.
One of my hobbies happens to be drawing. I've never been crazy good at it, especially when people have quirks that allow them to draw exactly what they imagine. Thus, I have to practice the old fashion way to get better.
The most common tip I always stumble upon happens to be just simply sketching what you find in real life to get better at drawing. What better place than to do that at a mall, I had figured?
With so many people around, I'd be able to practice different clothing and poses. So on that day, I sat down at a bench and surveyed my possible references. There wasn't a lot of people being stationary, but I happened to find what seemed like two friends on a bench over to my left.
They remained rather still while talking. The person on the left, who I assume looked like a Freshman student, had a very straight and rigid posture. Meanwhile the guy on the right I couldn't see all that well, given the black hoodie covering the upper half of his face, but I could see some light blue hair sticking out from under the hood. The hooded man sat with his arm around the student's shoulder, seeming rather buddy-buddy with him.
Thus, I began to draw. I got a rough sketch down of the poses, and started to work on the details. For some reason I couldn't quite get the student's face right, or his hair for that matter. So I switched to drawing the other guy and found it easier to do so.
In fact… it was as if every stroke I placed down was in the perfect spot. There was nothing that had to be erased, besides the sketch underneath. Once done, I held up my sketch pad to compare the drawing. It was… dead exact. As if I had just taken a picture. Wow, I was on a roll!!!
With that, I eagerly started to work on the student- with a bit of struggle- but got something that looked decent enough in the end. Once I had finished though, the hooded man was gone and now the student was talking to a girl. I had finished just in time.
Not knowing what else to do and feeling rather accomplished and proud of my drawing, I went back home. I even decided to post my drawing for once, admitting that while the student wasn't the best, the guy in the hoodie turned out really well!!! I went to bed rather happy that night, and feeling like perhaps my skills had finally increased.
In the morning I woke up to a knock at my door. It was far too early for even the mailman to be there. It… was the police.
It turns out the same time I was at the mall, one of the villains from that UA incident a while back had interacted with one of the students. I… had managed to draw them talking to each other. More importantly, the student verified my drawing as being exactly how the guy looked, including the chapped lips and the mole under them.
The funny thing is, I don't even know why I included those details. I was sitting nowhere near close enough to know that's what his face looked like. But when drawing, the hooded guy's face felt too empty with half of it being covered, so I added on some extra details. And yet they were correct.
They got a testimony from me, and even took the drawing as evidence. Though, I couldn't help them much as I had no idea what was going on.
All I knew was that the drawing didn't sit right with me. Something about the way I was able to draw the villain was… unnatural to say the least. It didn't make sense. The entire event didn't make sense to me- which is why I had to test it out.
After the police left, I went back to drawing. I initially started with working on one of my WIPs, but I was struggling as usual. Clearly things hadn't changed there. So I decided to do something else. I tried looking up some news articles of that incident a while back to see if they had any images of him. Most they had was some far away CTV shots.
Out of curiosity… I began to draw him again. And once again, the lines fit together perfectly. More importantly, I was able to draw every single set of hands on him with no issue. This… why was this happening??? Posing and everything was exactly correct.
I then started to wonder, was it that I could only draw exact poses correctly? Or could I create my own?
I experimented with something that had no prior image- a drawing in which his full face was shown. Somehow, I just knew what details went where. Narrowed judging eyes, dry skin, and a mess of fluffy hair.
It was at this point I was horrified… and wanted to press my luck even further. I've always been afraid to color my drawings in case I ruin them but something told me this time it would work. I was able to match the skin and hair well enough, but the eye color I debated on for quite some time. Everytime I tried to reach for a more natural color, a nagging thought told me otherwise. The only option left was red.
In the end, I had done it. A fully colored and accurately drawn piece… of perhaps one of the most well-known villains these days.
Looking around at all the drawings laid out around me, I had finally realized my talent… what my quirk truly was. I could draw this villain, in any pose, any outfit, and have it be correct- without any flaws.
I tried it with other villains- it didn't work. I tried it with anyone vaguely similar, and it wouldn't turn out right. Only drawings of this single villain were utterly perfect.
Needless to say, I became worried of the implications if anyone found out. I felt as though perhaps my quirk would be useful in helping the police catch him, but I doubt they'd believe my claims. They'd think I'm just making up these unknown physical details.
A few more months passed and the "League of Villains" became a well known criminal organization in Japan, especially after their leader All For One showed up. I began to feel sick keeping this quirk to myself. I had to tell someone- anyone- and figured I could trust one of my friends.
Long story short, that didn't go well as they posted one of my drawings without me knowing and it led to my house being doxxed. I had to leave the city and move out, as now people thought I was a supporter of the LoV.
Which then leads to today, in which after moving elsewhere and feeling paranoid everytime I step outside, the unlikely happened. I was pulled into an alleyway I walked by and was kidnapped by some villains. And who were these villains standing before me? None other than two of the LoV members.
Perhaps, my story would come to an end like this. I could only wonder as a man in a black and white spandex suit talked to a high school girl.