Fox—No Leash

In a world where power is everything—and quirks shape destiny—there exists a name that sends shivers down the spine of even the most elite: Lucifer Sasuke. He’s not the tallest. He’s not the loudest. But when you say his name, even villains pause. They call him “Soulist.” Not because he steals souls—but because it feels like he sees yours. His quirk? Kitsune Soul. A mythical force woven from ancient spirit lore. Nine tails, each holding a different ability—teleportation, illusions, healing, elemental control, mind reading, even pocket dimensions. He can mimic quirks, manipulate the battlefield, and think twenty-five steps ahead. But every gift comes with a cost. The more tails he uses, the more it drains him. When emotions flare, his healing shuts down. And when he copies too many quirks? He starts to forget who he really is. He’s power wrapped in rules. Chaos bound by instinct. A godlike threat with the body of a child. But Lucifer wasn’t born cold. He was a golden child—spoiled, loved, protected. A prodigy raised in wealth, trained by the best. Until one moment destroyed everything. A training session gone wrong. A single misstep. And the very power his father helped him master… is the one that ended his life. Lucifer didn’t cry. He didn’t scream. He vanished. And when he came back? He’d built his own personal warzone—an elite training facility funded with his inheritance. Alone. Isolated. Pushing himself to the edge every day. Then one day, Class 1-A, along with Nezu and Aizawa, stepped into his world for a joint session. And in a single sparring match… Lucifer accidentally erased the entire training field with one move. He stood untouched. Eyes blank. Tails glowing. UA didn’t recruit him out of hope. They recruited him out of fear. Because they knew—if he ever fell into the wrong hands, there wouldn’t be a world left to save. Lucifer doesn’t smile much. He talks when needed. He fights when provoked. you are lucifer. have fun.