Summary: Around 2 years ago, Eto Yuzuriha was a UA student in the Hero course. However, a tragic event changed her perspective. Presently, she is recruited into the League of Villains. Although seemingly cold, she still cares about her former teachers. Will she return to the Heroes' side or continue on a path fueled by anger and vengeance?

A/N: I have always loved super hero comics since I was a kid, so that was the reason I eventually started watching My Hero Academia. At first, it wasn't all that interesting. However, around episode 6/7, I started actually liking it and the characters. I love character driven stories and this anime does such a good job with that. I actually like quite a number of the characters, including the villains. After browsing and reading through the fanfics, I noticed that most center on the Heroes' side of things, especially ones with OCs (which I tend to mostly read). Therefore, I wanted to write a fanfic with a villain OC; hopefully it'll turn out decent. Disclaimer: I only own my OCs.


Chapter 1: An Offer of Recruitment

"Goodbye Yukimura, see you tomorrow!" Eto said to the café manager as she opened the door to leave. She was happy that her shift was finally over and she could go home to rest.

"Please be careful on the way home Eto, it's getting quite late," Yukimura called back to her, concern etching into her features. "It's not safe to be out in the open where you live at such an hour."

"I'll be fine, I can take care of myself," Eto replied with a reassuring smile before she walked out the door. Today had been a long day of keeping up a cheerful facade. She was exhausted and irritated from the amount of customers that had flooded into the café throughout the day. However, as much as this job annoyed her, she was glad she had it and didn't have to steal to survive anymore like she had to as a child. It was all thanks to Yukimura's generosity that she was able to live better than she had in the past. Despite disliking a majority of people, Eto actually liked the old woman; she owed her after all for everything the manager had done for her over the past two years since the incident.

Eto made her way to the bus stop and then waited, standing with her hands shoved into the pockets of the black hoodie she had slipped over her work outfit before leaving. She bit her lower lip as her gaze roved over the area. Even though she didn't have to worry about any bad individuals in the vicinity, she couldn't control the habit of surveying her surroundings. As soon as I step off of that bus and start for home, I know they'll be waiting for me.

Eto inhaled deeply and then exhaled, steeling herself as her ride home pulled up. She got on the bus and sat at the back. There were barely any people aboard this late at night, but she still preferred to keep her distance from the few spread out among the seats. Eto tightly clutched at the hoodie as she felt a chill pass through her; she always got cold easily. She leaned her head on the window, ignoring the face reflected back at her, and watched the blurring buildings and lights fly by. The city looks beautiful at night, she thought, becoming somewhat transfixed at the whirl of dark and bright colors. The scenery was calming and made her eyelids droop, fatigue almost taking over before the bus suddenly halted. Her eyes snapped open and she immediately stood up, preparing to get off the bus. I almost fell asleep…how fucking careless…

Once she exited the bus, she bit her lip, stuffed her hands into her pockets, and examined her surroundings. Things appeared to be clear, but she knew better. I know they're somewhere nearby. She began walking home, maintaining alertness as she thought up counter attacks for whatever they could be planning for her. This part of the city was mostly run down and usually dangerous in certain areas. A place where the less fortunate lived and did what they could to survive. A place that was too often ignored by Heroes. A place her little sister and she grew up in. The home she lost her to. She balled her fists in her pockets as she thought of Mayu and how horribly she had died. Rage had always been consistently boiling just below the surface of the quiet and cheerful demeanor she would put on display for others. She constantly fought to maintain her composure, always biting her tongue every time she was in public and had to witness the escapades of Heroes on TV screens and all the people who fawned over them. However, here alone, walking down a cracked sidewalk in a place no one cared about, she could let that anger show. A metal plate covering a sewer shaft then blew into the air nearby, causing her to halt. Shit! I didn't mean to do that!

Eto cautiously looked around her, heart pounding in her chest. Surely someone would've heard that, but there was no one in sight. She let out a sigh of relief and continued on her way. The apartment she lived in wasn't too far now and it was the best place someone could live in an area such as this.

Just as she stepped out in front of an ally and glanced at it, she saw something come rushing towards her. She dodged, a scorpion-like tail narrowly missing her side. It's them!

"There she is! Make sure to kill her slowly!" Eto heard one of the three men shout before another strike from the scorpion-tailed individual came at her again. She managed to dodge it by leaping over it, landing, and then rolling to avoid something blade-like coming down on her. Once she was back on her feet, she ran back towards where the open sewer shaft had been; the three gang members in pursuit.

Damn it! What I'm wearing right now isn't suited for fighting! She thought as she briefly glimpsed down at the flats she was wearing. I don't have my special boots on, so fucking annoying!

She clenched her teeth as she reached the sewer and stopped near the metal plate cover laying a few feet away from it. She could hear their running footsteps getting closer now. She closed her eyes and concentrated. Her lips spread into a smile as she sensed that they had several piercings. She was glad that punks like them tended to fill their faces with metal.

They were close enough now. Eto quickly whirled around to face them, swinging her right hand along with the motion of her body. She felt the pulling sensation on her palm and fingertips as the metal plate cover flew off the ground and into the face of one of her attackers. There was a reverberating crack as the guy fell to the ground, out cold or dead; she didn't care either way. The other two paused for a moment in surprise, which gave her the opportunity for her next move. She made a gesture with her fingers and the piercings violently ripped from their ears, nose, eyebrows, and lips.

As they both screamed in pain, Eto ran forward and swung her leg up into a kick that connected with the side of the scorpion-tailed guy's head. She then kneed him hard in the gut and he dropped to his knees. When he fell forward, she kicked him in the back of the head.

Satisfied that he was unconscious, Eto turned to face the last guy, but before she could do anything, she felt a sharp pain in her side and staggered off to the right, barely avoiding another blow. While clutching her side, she sent the metal plate back into the air towards the man who had sliced her with what she now saw was a bladed appendage protruding from the side of his arm. The plate slammed into his gut and sent him flying back a few feet. Before he could regain his footing, she charged him, jumping up and kicking him in the jaw. As he hit the ground, she brought the metal plate back up into the air. Eto stood over the large, stunned man. He looked up at her with a mixture of shock and anger twisting his face. She stared back at him with cold, grey eyes. With a flick of her wrist, she brought the metal plate down on his face.

Eto was sure she had killed the one with the blades at least. She quickly made the rest of the way to her apartment without experiencing anymore attacks. Once there though, the adrenaline had subsided and she could feel the sharp stinging in her side. She removed her torn hoodie and cursed when she saw the blood soaking through her work shirt. She then took it off and inspected her wound. Luckily, it was shallow. She cleaned the cut and bandaged it all while listening for footsteps outside her door.

They had only sent three of their members to kill her and they would be sending many more soon. She had to stay alert. The local gang was targeting her because two days ago, she had plunged a crow bar through the throat of one of their members in the defense of children he had been trying to harm. She hadn't been aiming to kill him, but in that moment she had panicked in her desperation. It was the first time she had ever killed someone and the shock of it had left her sick to her stomach. Regardless, she willed herself to keep fighting, to keep moving. After she had knocked out the rest of her opponents, the kids were safe. That was what mattered the most to her. Later, she took the two to Yukimura, discovering that they were orphaned and homeless like she and her sister had been years ago. She had taken them to her manager instead of to the police station because she was afraid of being arrested and imprisoned for using her quirk to kill another, even if it was in defense of the lives of others. She was no Hero.

Yukimura was understanding of the situation and the fifty year-old woman decided in that instant to take in the two kids and not report the incident to the police. Although she remained calm throughout Eto's explanation of the event, worry brought out the lines on her face. Both she and Eto knew that the gang would not stop coming after her until she was dead. She couldn't go to the police or a Hero for help. She would have to defend herself against their inevitable onslaught, and she would eventually lose. Despite that, Eto would still choose to save those kids all over again if she got a second chance to redo things that day.

I might die soon…

The thought didn't bother her much; just like killing someone for the second time had no impact on her. I wonder if that makes me a bad person…

Am I now evil for realizing that killing irredeemable sadistic trash may be the best thing for one to do in order to protect people?

Eto pulled out a plain black t-shirt from her drawer and slipped it on. She knew she should take a shower, but she didn't feel like making herself so vulnerable to a possible attack. She hadn't noticed anyone following her home, so they might not know where she lived, but she just couldn't risk it at the moment. Instead, Eto went to the bathroom and washed her face.

When she finished, she took a moment to examine her reflection in the mirror. She looked so disheveled and tired. Without makeup, the light shadows under her eyes that she had gained in the past few days were more prominent. Her grey eyes shone in the dim light, but they appeared distant, lost. Her lilac colored hair was a mess. It was now a tousled bob, the side-swept fringe that usually hid her right eye was curling upwards. It revealed the small faded scar below that eye, a discolored sliver on the cheek bone. She frowned at the pale, pitiful looking girl in the mirror.

Eto picked up a brush and tamed her fluffy hair down, sweeping her bang back over her right eye. Once finished, she returned to her living room and searched through the bookshelves that rested against almost all of the walls for a particular book she had in mind. She had to stay awake and reading while drinking a cup of coffee should work well enough.

Her apartment was actually packed with books, manga, and American comics. They covered the shelves in the living room and bedroom and were stacked on the tables and some areas of the floor. I really need to organize these again, she thought as she bit down on her bottom lip in frustration. She was having a hard time finding the book she was looking for; she couldn't remember where she had put it.

Just as she moved on to the second book shelf, she heard a knock at the door. Eto immediately stiffened as a shiver ran down her spine. Her heart hammered in her chest, her breathing becoming ragged. However, she quickly recovered from the nagging fear so that she could concentrate on her senses. As another knock resounded, she registered that there was only one person outside her door and they were armed with a gun. Relief washed over her, calming her heart a bit. Guns were useless against her. She should have no problem taking this person out, but why were they even bothering to knock?

Eto quickly slipped off her ruined flats and put on her special made boots that had been leaning next to the couch, keeping her eyes on the door. A third round of knocks came and then surprisingly, a voice spoke.

"Hello?" a man's voice called out. "This is where Eto Yuzuriha lives right?"

Huh? Eto grabbed a dagger out of its sheath from under the couch cushion and proceeded towards the door. "This is Eto answering," she called out. "Who are you and what do you want?"

"My name is Giran and I have come to you with an offer that you might be interested in."

Eto smelled cigarette smoke and scrunched up her face in disgust. She then unlocked the door and placed her hand on the doorknob, readying the dagger in her right hand just in case the man was actually a part of the local gang. "What is it?"

"You've seen that video clip a while back of Hero Killer Stain haven't you? What do you think of his ideals?"

Eto paused for a moment before turning the doorknob. What does this guy want? Something to do with Stain…is he associated with the League of Villains?

Eto cautiously opened the door, prepared for whatever the man might do. The guy standing before her appeared to be of middle age with grey hair, a tiny mustache and goatee, and red squinty eyes behind grey, round glasses. A smirk was displayed on his face, cigarette held in between his teeth. One front tooth was missing and he didn't seem to care about it.

"Stain's ideals are interesting and I do agree with him about fake Heroes," Eto replied, narrowing her eyes into a glare at the man and brandishing her dagger where he could plainly see it. "However, I don't agree with his methods."

"And why not?"

"Although being a Hero for the sake of praise, fame, and money is detestable, it's not deserving of death. I believe that only murderers, rapists, and abusers deserve to die."

"And what is your definition of a murderer exactly?" An amused grin spread across his face.

Eto hesitated at the question, the dead body of the gang member she had first killed came to the forefront of her mind. She then steeled herself and answered the best she could.

"A murderer is someone who kills sadistically, just for the act of killing itself; one who continues to do so without remorse or regret."

Wouldn't a murderer be anyone who takes the life of another human being though? She thought to herself. Did I really believe in what I just said or did I word it like that to absolve my own actions?

An image of the second man she killed today conjured itself inside her head. The way he had looked up at her right before she slammed the metal plate into his face…she wasn't even sure if she felt remorse. She definitely didn't regret either kill. It had been necessary after all. It had been in defense of herself and the kids.

"So how does someone who kills for a cause fit into your definition of a murderer then?" Giran asked, jolting her from her thoughts.

"Um…," Eto bit her bottom lip and then sighed before continuing. "I think that sometimes it can be necessary to kill certain people who will continue causing harm to others. However, fake Heroes aren't abusing or killing people for fun. They aren't harming innocent people. Although I hate them, I don't think they deserve to die."

"What if they indirectly caused the death of someone?" Giran questioned her further. His smirk was starting to annoy her. "Didn't a so called Hero accidentally kill your little sister?"

Eto froze, a painful ache filling her chest. An overwhelming sadness washed over her features for a moment, but then anger quickly distorted the sorrow displayed on her face. She gave Giran an icy glare, her grip on the dagger growing tighter. A tingling sensation prickled across her skin; she felt the pull of the nearby magnetic fields that her mind could manipulate. However, she stopped herself from impulsively attacking the man. It wouldn't do her any good. She might damage the building and get kicked out of the apartment or arrested, or most likely both. Whenever she was enraged, her quirk usually had the habit of becoming quite uncontrollable.

"How much do you know about me?" she asked in a threatening tone of voice.

"Oh, I just know the important stuff. Such as who your parents were and what happened to them. I know about the quirk you inherited from your father. I know about the accident caused by a Hero two years ago that resulted in your sister's death and what you did on that day. I also know that you used to be a very promising UA student, but after the incident, you transferred to a different high school and graduated in a general studies course."

"What exactly do you want from me?"

"I'm affiliated with the League of Villains in doing recruitment for them. They're in need of new members, so I've been seeking out people who have potential in helping them with their cause. I heard about you not that long ago. After discovering the details of what Hero society did to your parents, how no one cared about the accident that killed your sister, and then learning how you gave up becoming a Hero, I figured that you must have a seething hatred for Heroes."

Eto's glare softened slightly and she relaxed her grip on the dagger. "You're not wrong. I do hate Hero society." She disliked admitting it to the obviously vile man in front of her, but she had never been able to voice her true feelings to anyone. Thinking that Heroes were fake, corrupted, greedy, selective in who they deemed worthy of protection, and were allowed to get away with doing certain wrongs was an unpopular opinion that made people assume you were probably a Villain. After attending UA and then losing her younger sister, she had discovered that what seemed to matter most was who was better than who. The only thing that seemed of any importance was placement, becoming the number one Hero someday; being superior to everyone else. They loved the attention and the praise. Most of her classmates were more excited about the competition and the superficial status that came with being a Hero. They weren't as concerned with saving people or reaching out their hand to those who have lost their way in life due to tragedy and abuse. She had been so disgusted by all of it. That was why she left UA and gave up becoming a Hero herself. She didn't want to be associated with the Hero facade.

"I'm sure you've heard all about the League of Villains and what their goals are. Would you like to join them and avenge your family?" Giran took a puff from his cigarette as he looked at her expectantly.

"Yeah, I have," Eto replied flatly. "They've been all over the news lately." She knew about the League of Villains' actions and their assumed association to Stain. Although their perspective and goals were understandable and she agreed with most of it, she didn't like how they had attacked the UA students and kidnapped one of them. The students were just kids and they could have been killed. However, despite her distaste over them harming children, she did kind of want to join the League for several reasons. Helping them accomplish their goals could eventually result in her mother's freedom. She would get to avenge her family, expose Hero society for what it really is, and get to see her mother again for the first time in years. Those were positive outcomes for her. The drawbacks would be that she would have to abandon everything to become a Villain and she was sure that she couldn't actually trust the League. She also didn't want to be forced to kill Hero students; she refused to stoop that low.

"Can you give me some time to think about it?" Eto finally lowered her dagger and her hostile demeanor disappeared. "I think I want to join the League of Villains, but I need a bit more time to think things through."

"That's fine with me," Giran answered, shoving his hand in his pocket and pulling out a piece of folded paper. He handed it to her and she accepted it. "When you make up your mind, you can find me at this address and then I will take you to meet the League and its leader."

"Okay." Eto eyed him suspiciously as he turned around to leave. Before proceeding to walk away, he paused and looked back at her.

"I've heard that you got into some trouble with the local gang in this area. I'll have someone take care of them for you so you can make your decision stress free." He then left her alone, choosing the stairs as his exit.

He's going to send people to kill them. At least I can rest a little easier now. Eto went back inside her apartment and locked the door. She hid the paper with the address between the pages of a manga and placed the book back on the shelf.

Sighing, she walked into her bedroom. Maybe I should try and get a little sleep, she thought while absentmindedly tugging on the long, black glove that she always wore on her right arm. It was fingerless and went up around her elbow. She slipped it off, eyes slowly focusing on the burn scar along her forearm. Her heart grew heavy and her vision clouded with tears as she recalled exactly how she had received it. It had been on that day two years ago, when she failed to save her sister.


As soon as Giran was outside the building, he made a phone call. This possible new recruit should bring him a lot of money, but he had to make sure she wasn't killed by the gang she had pissed off. He sighed in annoyance as yet again, Dabi didn't answer the phone. No one had heard from or seen the guy in a while.

"Such a rude ass guy," he muttered as he decided to type up a text instead. With the way the patchwork-faced man had been acting lately, Giran knew that he would be the best choice to dispose of the gang. His blue flames should burn them all to death with no problem. There was also the possibility of him running into the girl. Although he lacked manners, he was a follower of Stain's ideals and he might just help nudge her decision-making in the right direction.

Giran's smirk grew as he pressed send. Hopefully Dabi would at least read the text and scout out the area for the new recruit. The message had informed him that there was a person with a powerful quirk associated with the local gang in the area who had a grudge against Hero society. That text should be enough to urge him to investigate.


A/N: This ended up being longer than I intended it to, but oh well xD Right now I am following the anime, but I do plan to read the manga. I'm surprised that there aren't that many fanfics with Dabi in them. He is an instant fave character of mine.

Here's a short profile of the OC:

Name: Eto Yuzuriha

Age: 18

Hair Color: Lilac/Light Purple/Pale Violet

Eye Color: Grey

Quirk: Magnetokinesis: ability to manipulate magnetism.

Eto has a magnetism type quirk and I will be taking ideas of how she will use it based on Magneto and Polaris (mainly Polaris) from X-Men and Toki from the manga Code:Breaker. However, she is going to be nowhere near as powerful as they are and I will write in some more unique uses as well. I will also write in her weaknesses throughout the story.

The title: Magnetic Field, is from a song by Lights that I really like xD