Alexander1387

In a world where heroes and villains fight for dominance, Yami Kurogane is an anomaly. With a quirk that multiplies his strength, speed, and intelligence to superhuman levels, Yami seems destined to stand out among heroes in training. But behind his facade as a serious and reserved student hides a cold and calculating mind, obsessed with control and survival.

Reincarnated with knowledge of the future, Yami sees the world as a chessboard, where each person is a piece that can be moved at will. However, his quirk, Overload, not only grants him power, but also condemns him to a life of pain and isolation. As you advance in the U.A. High, Yami manipulates his classmates and teachers to ensure his survival, maintaining an emotional distance that protects him from any genuine connection.

But when a catastrophic event threatens to destroy everything he's built, Yami is forced to confront a question he's always avoided: How far is he willing to go to maintain control? In a game where shadows hide more than they reveal, Yami will discover that even the strongest iron can bend under the weight of his own decisions.

Iron and shadows

This is a fan-created work inspired by the world of My Hero Academia (Boku no Hero Academia), created by Kōhei Horikoshi. All rights to the original characters, settings, and concepts belong to their respective owners. This story is purely for entertainment purposes and is not intended for commercial use. The original character Yami Kurogane and the plot of this fanfiction are my own creation.

There was nothing. Nothing except him. Or... was it him? He had no body, no form. He simply existed, floating in an infinite void where time held no meaning. He didn't remember how he had gotten there, or how long it had been. Days? Years? Centuries? It didn't matter. The only thing that mattered was that he was alone, completely alone, with nothing but his mind to keep him company.

At first, he tried to remember. Who was he? Where had he come from? But there were no answers. His name, his past, even his appearance... it had all faded away, like sand through fingers he never had. All that remained was his consciousness, a sharp mind desperate for something, anything, to give meaning to his existence.

To keep from falling into madness, he began to create. Imaginary worlds, fictional scenarios, stories that unfolded in his mind like vivid dreams. Sometimes he was a hero, other times a villain, but he was always in control. It was his escape, his refuge in that endless void. But even that became insufficient. Over time, the scenarios repeated, the stories lost their luster, and the darkness enveloped him once more.

Then, he saw it. A bright light, so intense it seemed to tear the void in two. At first, he thought it was another of his creations, another desperate attempt by his mind to escape. But this time, it was different. The light pulled him, called to him with a force he couldn't resist. He felt something he hadn't felt in... how long? Hope. Fear. Anticipation.

Suddenly, he was no longer in the void. Now he was... something else. Something small, fragile, limited. He was no longer just a mind floating in nothingness; now he had a body, but not one he could control. It was weak, clumsy, incapable of doing more than moving tiny, uncoordinated limbs. His senses were chaos: distorted sounds, blinding lights, overwhelming smells. Only touch offered him some clarity, but even that was confusing. He felt something soft beneath him, and large hands—much larger than him—holding him with a gentleness that terrified him.

He didn't understand what was happening. Who were these creatures? Why were they touching him? Why couldn't he move as he wanted? Helplessness overwhelmed him, a feeling so intense it almost made him scream. But he couldn't even do that. All he could do was cry, a weak, pathetic sound that escaped his throat without his consent.

For the first time in what felt like an eternity, he felt fear. Fear of the unknown. Fear of being crushed, ignored, forgotten. Those giant creatures held him, looked at him, and he could do nothing about it. He was at their mercy, and it terrified him.

In that moment, something inside him hardened. A cold, fierce determination that rose from the deepest part of his being. Never again. Never again would he feel like this—helpless, vulnerable, at the mercy of others. It didn't matter what he had to do, or how long it took. He would never be trampled by anyone again.

The light that had pulled him from the void now seemed to mock him, reminding him of his fragility. But he wouldn't give up. He couldn't. Because now he had something he hadn't had in the void: a purpose. To survive. To control. To dominate.

"The Void and the Light"