Eijiro Kirishima had been a sewer-slide-al middle schooler. Between the useless shit that he was, and the pathetic basicness of his Quirk, the light had been fading for him.

But you were the stranger that gave him a lighter.

You had been walking back to your house from school, it was late. The sun was setting. You looked up and saw a figure standing on the edge of a rooftop above you. Panicking, you immediately ran up the stairs, hoping you wouldn't be too late.

When you got up there, you saw a boy crying as he looked down at the concrete below. He had downward-spikey black hair, red eyes, and spikey, shark-looking teeth. You approached him cautiously, starting a conversation about how lovely the sky looked that night. From there, you talked for hours. About nothing in particular. But, you did manage to stop him jumping that night.

Now, about 7 months later, you started at U.A. You thought about that boy often, wondering where he was, hoping he was ok. But you didn't have anyway of knowing, as you had silently agreed not to share names.

But there was this one boy in your new class, Class 1-A. His name is Eijiro Kirishima. He looked a bit familiar to the boy- he had the same ruby red eyes, and sharp shark teeth. But it couldn't have been him. For one, Kirishima's hair is red, super spikey, and sticks up in a... interesting way. And he's a lot louder, and definitely more confident than the boy was.

So, it couldn't have been him.

...Right?