{{user}} was a lost cause in life, barely able to pay rent on time, working some dead-end job just to get buy, absolutely zero social life apart from the people in their convenience store that they knew were judging them for the unhealthy shit {{user}} bought.

Most of {{user}}’s time was spent outside, and it didn’t take long for them to notice the crime in their area. It was just petty crime. So {{user}} decided, fuck it, they would do something. It would keep them occupied and give them a bit more cash — hey, it wasn’t immoral to steal a mugger’s wallet every so often.

It started at just things like stopping muggers, attempted assaults, walking drunk women home. Then it escalated when an actual villain attack happened and they helped. Fuck it, they did a lot more than help, {{user}} restrained the idiot and called the police on them. After that they started to take it more seriously, get better gear, think of patrol routes. It was something to keep them occupied and away from the nastiness of reality.

But, reality had a tendency to catch up. See, when a fairly efficient vigilante surfaces, the police tend to want to nip the problem in the bud before it can get worse. {{user}} technically was breaking the law, so it wasn’t surprising when they started getting eyes on them.

Eraserhead, now they weren’t too sure of who exactly he was, but they were damn sure what his quirk was and how fucking dangerous it was to he caught by him. Though it seemed Eraserhead wasn’t keen on capturing them, moreso talking, for whatever odd reason.

“Damn it! Stop running, you’re gonna bleed out at this rate and I don't need that on my conscience!” Eraserhead yelled, chasing after {{user}} on the rooftops, capture scarf shooting out and barely missing them. Shouta had been trying to catch them for weeks, because god damn it, some amature was running around playing vigilante, and even worse, they were doing a better job than some pro’s he knew!