MHA: The Lawbreaker

"It wasn't just a normal quirk, I never saw that type of quirk in my life and I've been observing every hero that ever existed in Japan. Could you please tell me a bit more about your quirk?"

I scoffed, "I'm just OP. And this convo is clearly being dragged so please, excuse me."

"Try not to overanalyze me too hard, nerd," I added with a smirk. "Wouldn't want your brain to overheat."

I didn't need to turn around to know he was furiously scribbling in that damn notebook of his.

Whatever. Not my problem.

I had bigger things to worry about. Like absolutely crushing the U.A. entrance exam.

As I walked away, I could still hear the frantic scribbling of Midoriya's pen against his notebook. Guy really needed to chill.

But whatever. Not my problem.

I had more important things to focus on—like making sure I crushed the U.A. entrance exam. If I was gonna make it as a pro, I couldn't afford to waste time on pointless conversations.

The sun was starting to dip below the horizon, casting an orange glow over the city as I took my usual shortcut home—a tunnel that cut through the quieter part of town. It was dimly lit, a little grimy, and smelled like damp concrete, but it shaved a good ten minutes off my walk, so I never really minded.

That was until I heard something slithering behind me.

Oh, hell nah.

I turned back as I activated my Quirk—Lawbreaker.

Third Law of Thermodynamics: Negate.

The air around me froze—not in temperature, but in principle. The moment the law broke, entropy ceased to increase. Everything in my immediate radius was locked in a state of absolute stillness.

The Sludge Villain lunging at me? Frozen mid-motion, tendrils of slime suspended in the air as if time itself had stopped. The murky ooze that had been slithering toward my body? Paralyzed, unable to flow, unable to change, unable to do anything.

I exhaled, stepping forward with a casual stride, my footsteps the only movement in the entire space.

"You picked the wrong guy, you slimy bastard."

With a flick of my wrist, I dispelled the effect on myself alone and drove my fist straight through the immobilized sludge. Since it couldn't reform—since it couldn't follow the natural progression of energy transfer—it shattered like brittle glass, chunks of solidified muck scattering across the tunnel floor.

The villain couldn't even scream.

I cracked my knuckles, watching as the pieces of his body remained motionless, unable to coalesce back together. Without entropy, without change, he was nothing more than a collection of frozen matter.

A gust of wind suddenly tore through the tunnel, causing my negation field to ripple.

"Never fear, because I am here!"

A booming voice echoed as a towering figure appeared at the tunnel's entrance—All Might.

I arched a brow, looking down at the now useless Sludge Villain before shifting my gaze back to the Symbol of Peace.

"...Took you long enough." 

All Might blinked, his signature grin faltering for just a moment as his gaze darted between me and the completely shattered remains of the Sludge Villain.

"Young man... what exactly happened here?" he asked, stepping forward cautiously.

I sighed, rolling my shoulders. "I walked through the tunnel. Sludge bastard tried to jump me. I broke him. Simple."

All Might crouched beside the scattered chunks of villain goo, his brows furrowing. He reached out, prodding one of the frozen pieces with a gloved hand. It didn't move. Didn't react.

His eyes flicked back to me. "What kind of Quirk do you have?"

I smirked. "One that breaks rules."

That answer clearly didn't sit well with him. His eyes sharpened, analyzing me with that veteran hero intensity. "Breaking rules, huh? That's... quite the dangerous ability."

I shoved my hands into my pockets. "Not really. Only dangerous if you pick a fight with me." I tilted my head. "Speaking of which, you gonna bag this guy, or...?"

All Might didn't answer immediately. He just stared at the sludge, then at me. The dude was definitely thinking way too hard about this.

But before he could push for more, a faint groan escaped from one of the chunks of frozen villain gunk.

I raised a brow. "Oh? Still conscious?"

All Might quickly straightened. "Then he can still be detained." He pulled out a soda bottle from his cargo pocket.

I stared. "...Seriously?"

All Might nodded, gathering the solid chunks of villain into the bottle like a guy stuffing leftovers into a Tupperware. Most powerful hero in the world, and he's storing criminals like lunch.

I shook my head, amused. "You do you, man."

Once he was done, he capped the bottle and gave me a firm nod. "That was impressive work, young man. But be careful—such power, if misused, can have dangerous consequences."

I shrugged. "If I wanted to misuse it, we'd be having a very different conversation right now."

His eyes narrowed slightly like he was trying to read deeper into my words.

Before he could pry further, I gave him a lazy wave and turned on my heel. "Anyway, nice meeting you, All Might. Try not to lose your lunchbox on the way home."

And with that, I walked off.

Not my problem. I mean, they not like us. I'm built different. 

As I walked out of the tunnel, the distant hum of the city filled the air again, a stark contrast to the eerie silence of my frozen battlefield. The sun had almost disappeared now, the sky darkening into a deep indigo.

I knew All Might was still watching me, probably running a million calculations in his head about what just happened.

Not my problem.

The shortcut led me back to the main road, where streetlights flickered to life. I checked my phone—barely five minutes had passed since the whole Sludge Villain thing went down. To anyone else, that might've been a life-changing moment. To me? Just another day of being built different.

But as I slipped my hands back into my pockets, I felt it—a presence.

Not a normal one.

A slow exhale left my lips as I subtly glanced to the side, scanning the street without turning my head. The usual after-work crowd was moving along, minding their own business. Nothing seemed out of place.

But my instincts? Screaming.

Someone was watching me.

And they were good at it.

I took a casual turn down a side street, keeping my pace even. If whoever this was had half a brain, they'd realize I wasn't just some clueless kid. But if they wanted to play this game, I was more than happy to oblige.

Thirty seconds passed.

Then a full minute.

Still there.

I sighed internally. This was getting annoying.

With a flick of my wrist, I tapped into Lawbreaker again.

Law of Optics: Negate.

The world around me shifted, like a glitch in reality. Light refused to behave normally anymore. To anyone watching, my form blurred, my outline twisting and breaking apart as I vanished from their line of sight.

I stepped into an alleyway and waited.

Five seconds.

Ten.

Then—movement.

A figure slowed at the entrance of the alley, barely visible in the dim glow of the streetlights. Dressed in dark clothing, hood up, steps unnaturally quiet. Their head turned slightly, scanning where I should've been.

Too slow.

I stepped behind them, still unseen.

Then I spoke.

"You lost, buddy?"

The figure whipped around, but I was already moving. My hand gripped their wrist, twisting it at an unnatural angle. A suppressed grunt left their lips as I swept their legs, slamming them against the alley wall.

I released my negation field. The world snapped back to normal, revealing me standing there, pinning them in place with a firm grip.

Dark eyes glared at me from beneath the hood. A guy, his early twenties, lean but well-built. Definitely not some random stalker. This was someone trained.

I raised a brow. "Alright, let's hear it. Who sent you?"

The guy was silent for a moment, then—he smirked.

"Heh. Not bad, kid. You caught me."

I twisted his wrist slightly harder. "You're not answering my question."

His smirk didn't fade. "It's nothing personal. Just keeping an eye on interesting prospects. For the boss man."

I narrowed my eyes. "You're scouting me?"

Silence.

That told me everything.

I clicked my tongue, then let go, stepping back. He didn't attack—just rolled his shoulder, shaking off the tension. "Tch. Guess I shouldn't be surprised. Someone like you wouldn't go unnoticed for long."

I shoved my hands back into my pockets. "If you know what's good for you, you'll keep it that way."

The guy chuckled, rubbing his wrist. "Noted. See you around, Lawbreaker."

What a minute? How does he know my quirk's name?

I never said my Quirk's name. Not to All Might. Not to Midoriya. Not to anyone.

So how the hell did this guy know?

My eyes locked onto him, searching for any tell, any sign of deception. He just smirked, rubbing his wrist where I'd twisted it, completely unbothered. Either he was cocky as hell or he knew something I didn't.

"If I slit your throat, right now, I promise that no one will know about it. Spill the goddamn beans, bitch."

He exhaled through his nose, clearly amused despite the fact that I could end him in half a second. "Look, Lawbreaker—"

"Don't call me that."

His brows raised slightly, but he kept talking. "Alright, alright. Kaito, then. The boss is just interested in people who… break the mold. And you?" His smirk sharpened. "You don't just break it—you shatter it."

My grip tightened. "Who. Is. Your. Boss?"

The guy tilted his head. "I tell you, I die. You kill me, you learn nothing. Either way, it's a bad deal for you."

I could feel my patience thinning. A flick of my wrist, and I could break more than just his arm. But he wasn't wrong.

Instead of responding, I let go.

He staggered slightly before rolling his wrist with a casual chuckle. "Heh. Smart move." 

My temper is a very volatile thing, you know? This guy pisses me off. 

I exhaled slowly, my patience officially running on fumes.

Lawbreaker: Negate Oxygen Combustion.

The air around us shifted—imperceptible to the average person, but I saw it. Felt it. The fundamental rule that allowed fire, explosions, even the act of breathing to function… gone.

His smirk faltered.

Then, he choked.

His body seized, hands instinctively flying to his throat. No air. No oxygen. Nothing to sustain him. His eyes went wide, realization slamming into him like a freight train. He stumbled back, chest convulsing as he struggled for breath that would never come.

I stepped forward. Slowly. Casually.

"What's the matter?" My voice was smooth, cold. "Something wrong?"

He gasped—tried to, anyway—but the sound was hollow, useless. His knees buckled. Panic set in. The reality of dying in an alleyway, suffocating without a single hand around his throat, finally sank into his skull.

I crouched down, tilting my head as I watched his lips part in a silent scream.

"You seem confused," I murmured. "Weren't you just having fun a second ago? All that smug bullshit you were spitting—where'd it go?"

His fingers scratched at his own throat, like he could claw oxygen back into existence. Pitiful.

Ten seconds.

Fifteen.

His movements slowed. His eyes, bloodshot and desperate, begged.

I leaned in, close enough for him to see the complete lack of emotion in my gaze.

"Remember this feeling." My voice dropped to a whisper. "Next time you decide to play games with me… don't."

And with a flick of my wrist—I released him.

Air flooded back. His body convulsed as he sucked in a massive, ragged breath, collapsing onto all fours. He coughed violently, every inhale shaky and fragile, like he wasn't sure it would be his last.

I stood up, dusting off my jacket.

"Now," I said, watching as he weakly lifted his head. "You gonna tell me what I wanna know?"

Or do I have to teach you again? 

"I can't." 

"Goddamnit, what is wrong with you?" 

"Wrong with me? What is wrong with you? You want to be a hero with these this type of tendencies?"

The guy slumped against the wall, taking in shaky, uneven breaths. His hand trembled as he wiped sweat from his brow, his eyes still wide with lingering fear. Good. He should be scared.

I turned on my heel, shoving my hands into my pockets.