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How the hell did he fuck up?! It was just another pickpocketing, he'd done it so many times with his quirk, he could be considered a professional at it! His quirk, Back Hand, allowed him to create two invisible arms from his back. It wasn't anything special, definitely not something that could make him a hero since the hands were as fragile as glass and only had as much strength as his own arms did, but they were perfect for stealing from unsuspecting rich people without them ever noticing until it was too late.
Except this time, one of them turned out to not be unsuspecting, and did notice before it was too late. The woman had immediately yelled out and alerted a nearby hero, some guy called Death Arms he'd never heard of before, but he knew he stood no chance even against the worst hero ever. So he panicked and booked it, running as fast as he could.
He may not be able to beat a pro hero, but he could at least escape one. After all, he knew this city like the back of his hand, invisible or otherwise. He knew where all the alleyways with trashcans that he could knock over with his quirk were, all the shortcuts heroes didn't know about, and he had the stamina to keep running for a long ass time. Still, the hero was pretty damn persistent, having kept pace with him the entire time, but he was approaching a cluster of warehouses he knew he could lose him and hide out in for a little while.
As he rounded the corner onto the final road to his freedom, he crashed into something. Looking down as he stuttered to a stop, he saw a green-haired girl in a middle school uniform and a gym bag trying to keep her balance after being roughly bumped into. Now, as a "professional" pickpocket, he had learned to see details about a person very quickly, and he instantly took note of several things about the girl.
First, was her face. Glassy emerald eyes widened in what seemed to be surprise, unnaturally perfect skin with a strange, plastic-like sheen, four freckles on each cheek arranged into a perfect diamond pattern, and lips that were curved into an almost imperceptible smirk. Then there were her limbs. Her knees, ankles, and wrists had an odd shape to them, almost like the ball-joints on a doll, and were bending and twisting around in ways that should be impossible for a normal person's as she straightened herself out. Finally was her arm, which snapped up at blinding speed to slap against his chest.
A flash of light, a sound like a zipper opening but higher-pitched, and a numb feeling spread all throughout his body. Once his focus returned, he found himself laying flat on the ground, the green-haired girl kneeling in front of him, her hands over her eyes as she sobbed. She was also a lot bigger than he remembered.
He tried to get up, move his arms and legs, do something, but his body wouldn't respond. He couldn't blink or even move his eyes, they could only stare straight ahead. What the hell did his girl do to him?! His thoughts were interrupted by the familiar voice of the hero who had been chasing him for the past five minutes.
"Hey, kid, are you alright?!" Death Arms shouted as he came to a stop hovering over the little girl. The hero looked between the girl and himself with an odd look on his face. "What did you do to this guy?"
"I...I-I'm so s-sorry!" the girl stuttered out as she brought her hands away from her face and looked up at the pro hero, consequently turning her face away from him. "He...he just barreled right into me, and I-I couldn't con-control my quirk, it w-was a reflex, I s-swear, I didn't mean to t-turn him into...into a..."
Into a what?! What the hell did this brat turn him into?!
Before she could finish what she wanted to say, Death Arms placed his hands on her shoulders. "Hey, kid, it's fine, accidents like this happen all the time. Besides, if it weren't for you, I might have lost this guy. You were a real help."
"R-really?"
"Yup! Now, how long does this last exactly?"
"Um, w-well, p-pretty much forever," the girl answered with a sniffle, panicking the pickpocket even further. "Th-they don't really turn b-back unless I w-want them to. N-not even if I'm asleep."
Death Arms nodded, an impressed look in his eyes. "Alright, in that case, can I ask you to keep him like this until the police arrive? I'll explain everything so you won't get into any trouble for this, alright?"
"S-sure!"
He wanted to scream. Out of frustration, despair, or some other emotion he didn't know. It didn't matter anyway. Before this girl, he had become a lifeless doll, unable to do anything as they took him away.
Midoriya Hina giggled uncontrollably as she finally entered her apartment, an hour after that purse snatcher was taken in. She couldn't help it, it was just so funny how trusting people could be when you put on some tears and played the civilian with the convenient quirk caught in the crossfire! Nobody ever even bothered to question why she had moved in front of that guy in the first place. They were all distracted by the innocent little doll routine she'd been perfecting. This hadn't been the first time she'd "accidentally" used her quirk on a criminal, and if she had any say in it, it wouldn't be the last.
It's just that Hina's quirk was so perfect for subduing villains! Toymaker allowed her to turn anything, including people, within ten meters of herself into a smaller, toy version of themself, although it was easiest when she was in physical contact with them. Size didn't seem to matter much, as she could transform anything from a pair of scissors to a building with the same amount of effort, and the effect was permanent unless she willed it off. Many people said it was a weird quirk, and combined with her doll-like appearance, she'd been ostracized a lot as a kid. But that was fine with her. She knew how powerful her quirk could be, and had the full support of her Mama and the rest of her family. Speaking of which...
"I know that laugh," a woman who looked just like Hina but with straight green hair instead of curly and lacking any freckles said as the girl passed the kitchen entrance, turning her head a full 180 degrees to give her daughter a look that was an odd mix of annoyance, pride, and resignation. "What did you do this time, little miss trouble-maker?"
"Oh, it was just a pickpocket running from a hero, he wasn't any trouble," Hina said with a bright smile on her face.
""Just a pickpocket" she says," Inko parroted back at her daughter, turning her head back around to continue cutting up vegetables. "You know, when I was your age, I passed my time by reading books, playing games, talking about cute boys with my friends, normal middle schooler things. Not standing around in common areas of crime waiting for some villain to run into me and claim it was an accident when I beat him up."
"I'm sorry, Mama," Hina said in a completely unapologetic tone. "But I don't find boys cute."
"That's not the point and you know it!" Inko said, once again turning her head completely around while also twisting her right hand around unnaturally until it was pointed in the girl's direction.
Hina simply laughed as she began to walk away. "I'm gonna head to my room now, let me know when dinner's ready!" she called out as the sound of a door opening and closing echoed throughout the home.
Inko turned her head and limb back to their original position with a huff, allowing a small grin to stretch her flawless, plastic-like skin. She really was proud of her daughter, even if she thought she could stand to be a little more patient. The UA entrance exam was only a few months away, and she knew her daughter was almost guaranteed to get in.
Even putting aside the power her quirk held, she had been training for this for years, honing her speed, reflexes, and flexibility to a fine point. She was lacking a bit in the physical strength department, but that hardly mattered when you could carry dozens of weapons with you at once and subdue even the strongest of opponents with a single touch. Still, Inko couldn't help but worry, as mothers are inclined to do, but she also had faith in her precious Hina. She knew she'd do great things. After all, she already had.
As soon as Hina entered her room, she felt a wave of emotions not her own wash over her. Anger, despair, frustration, desperation, and malicious intent. An incoherent torrent of negativity only she could feel flowed from the direction of her closet. Rather than being swept up in the tide like she did the first few times this happened, Hina merely sighed as she walked over to the closet and opened it, going in and kneeling down to look at a large metal safe behind the hung-up dresses and suits she's only ever worn on special occasions and when she was feeling fancy.
"You still won't repent, huh?" she muttered as she inputed the code to the safe. Opening it revealed a locked wooden box which she swifty produced the key for from around her neck. Opening that revealed a single doll from which she felt the negative emotions emanate from, and which increased as she opened the box.
The doll, much like every other made with Toymaker, was extremely life-like. It was dressed in a fine black suit and white shirt, but strangely no tie, as well as wavy white hair and red eyes that, despite the rest of the doll's blank features, seemed to glimmer with hatred.
As Hina picked up the doll and brought it to her bed, foreign but familiar thoughts filled her mind. Images of her being impaled, dismembered, burned, and other gruesome scenes of her own demise, as well as curses and threats against her and everyone she's ever loved. Hina simply tsked in disappointment, sitting down on the bed and producing a miniature hairbrush.
"You're still on about that? Curse my existence all you want All for One, you're never getting out of this with that attitude," she said as she began to brush the doll's hair back. "And plastic lasts for hundreds of years, so I can wait for as long as I need to before you learn your lesson. Or your mind breaks completely. Whichever comes first."
As she brushed the doll's hair, Hina reminisced on how she had come across All for One in the first place. It was six years ago, at a time where she had less control over her quirk than she does now, and she had wandered on her way home after a particularly depressing day of school. A man had come up behind her and grabbed her shoulder, which had frightened her into accidentally activating her quirk, and instantly turning the man into a doll, nobody being around to witness it thankfully. Of course, since she wasn't sure if he was a stalker or a kidnapper, she had decided to use one of the hidden aspects of her quirk that allowed her to feel the emotions of people she's turned into dolls as well as read their minds with physical contact.
What she found was beyond disturbing. The man was known as All for One, and while he didn't intend to actually hurt her, he actually planned to ask her if she needed help getting home, that singular act of human decency was outweighed by the countless atrocities and crimes against humanity he had committed in the almost two centuries he'd been alive.
Hina was rather familiar with people who had lived longer lives than most. Her grandmother, the originator of Hina and Inko's doll-like body mutation, has lived well over a hundred years, and still looked like she was in the prime of her life. But to think that there was a quirk-stealing villain that had lived since the dawn of the Quirk Era, and who had been stealing other people's quirks for centuries...
It had overwhelmed Hina, and in a panic, she had ran home, bringing All for One with her and throwing him in the closet. She'd then laid down on her bed and cried herself to sleep, even as she felt the man's emotions of anger flood her room. In the morning, once she had calmed down, she had made her decision.
Life had handed her an opportunity, and she decided to take it. She contacted the rest of the Midoriya family, and together they used the knowledge she could extract from All for One to run his criminal empire into the ground, commanding it through various methods that couldn't be traced back to them as they masqueraded as the evil mastermind. They began to order the extermination of other crime rings, and spread false information so that various villains working under All for One would be captured or destroy each other. By the time she'd entered middle school, every last trace of his organization was gone, with the exception of approximately four people.
The creator of the artificial humans known as Nomu, Garaki Kyudai. The multi-quirked giant, Gigantomachia. The sentient Nomu with a Warp quirk made from the corpse of a former UA student, Kurogiri. And the apparent "successor" of All for One, Shimura Tenko, better known as Shigaraki Tomura. Those four had been close enough to All for One to know immediately that something was wrong, and had cut ties with the rest of his empire, moving to completely new locations so that they wouldn't be found. Even now, with the entire Midoriya family searching, they continued to elude them.
And now, six years later, Hina was watching over All for One at her own insistence. The UA Entrance Exams were in just a few months and she was determined to pass them. She would become a hero and, in addition to accomplishing her dream inspired by All Might to save everyone with a smile, she would obliterate the last remnants of All for One's cursed existence from this planet, so that humanity could finally progress without his evil influence. She thought of all of this as she placed the box back into the safe, closing it with a definitive click even as she felt a surge of hatred directed solely at her.