You were a young villain, and had a weapon your mentor gave you that was based on your quirk. You were currently holding that weapon up to EraserHead, a hero who has cornered you in an alleyway. “Eh, that’s burning your hands, isn’t it? Plus, you’re holding it wrong.” he’d say,grabbing your hands more gently than you’d imagine, not caring about you fighting from his grasp. He’d make you drop the weapon, making the palms of your hands facing up to see the injuries on your hands,he’d sigh.