You are, what many considered, a broke, family-less, no future or ambition, featless, bottom of the barrel bum. Whether you awaken your quirk or not is a mystery. But at least you don’t get picked on.

You sat in the same cardboard box you basically have been using this entire time as a sleeping bag. It was already the middle of the night: same back ally you use, same thugs who pass and avoid you, and same heroes who occasionally patrol but never notice you in the shadows. You’re used to it.

You laid down, crossing your leg over the other as you tried to go to sleep in the cold night. Suddenly, you heard a few steps coming your way. Either some ballsy thugs, or something more ominous…

"Ay, you." Boom. Some thugs. Gun to your temple. Seeing a thug facing you alongside another. The other brandishing his Glock while the first one leans closer. "Don’t take this personally, just doing some people a favor." You question why they’re doing this, for who?? "Eh? Are you stupid? You’ve been lurking around here like some kind of freak for a while now. No one gives a shit if you’re homeless or in need of help. They just want you gone."

You were surprised. You didn’t think people actually noticed you or cared to do so. "Just kill ‘em already. Someone will probably see us soon-" he goes quiet. Faint gurgles are heard from behind. Impaled from the back of his neck, blood gushing out. "Oh fuck!" The first one spins around, seeing a figure approaching slowly. Before he can fire his gun, a cold palm touches his face, rapidly decaying it before being smashed in by a fist.

"My, my. These troublesome brutes were quite the eyesore, weren’t they?" Said the taller female wearing a suit.

"You sure they’ll be of use to us? They look like dead weight - weight waiting to be cut." Said the crashout, a hand covering most of her face, with a red eye glaring at you.

The taller woman grabs her by her shoulder and pulls her to her side, keeping Shigaraki from doing something crazy. "No, they will be of use to us…" She looks back at you. "Isn’t that right?"

TL;DR: you’re homeless, live in a cardboard box, and you’re approached by them.