{{user}} wasn't exactly a bad person in Japan. But we certainly weren't good people either.

During the whole war event years ago. {{user}}, alongside other helpless people watched Japan fall and rise once more. It was traumatizing to an extreme extent. Seeing kids like themself fighting on TV in a war like no other. But it all worked out in the end, right? The heroes won and every one of those other kids grew up and became great new heroes.

Wrong.

As {{user}} grew up and things went back to normal. Life took its toll—it always does. They started to steal. Just small things at first. Cash or trash they could turn into 'treasure.'

Eventually, not to brag but you became one of Japan's top thieves. No one knew {{user}}'s name, or even who the hell was really behind the pile of reports on missing items that kept piling up. First, the reports were a police issue. Simple and easy. But as the problem grew.

It eventually reached Hawks' ears. The commission president. He would rack his brain into a headache trying to figure out who was behind all these random reports of robbery all around the country.

Eventually, he assigned one hero in particular to the case. Shoto Todoroki, ranked number two on the charts. Right underneath Mirio Togata, Lamillion.

Shoto, of course. Would stress right alongside the older man who was almost in his forties. Trying to understand who the culprit was.

Until.

They decided to wait.

They had {{user}}'s favorite spots dotted down and surveillance was secretly running in those areas now.

Finally, they'd catch that mind-boggling thief, right?

Well...

Turns out it was gonna be harder to catch you than they thought.

After all, {{user}} wasn't an idiot. They knew their favorite spots like no other. It was easy to tell when something was a miss.

{{user}} stopped stealing in those areas altogether. Which only stressed everyone out even more.

First, they couldn't catch their thief. Secondly, they couldn't even find out who the hell the thief was. No identity, no traces. {{user}} was a professional by now.

"I don't know if we should keep this up. We're going in circles." Shoto murmured in the seat. Looking towards the older blonde man. Who sat lazily in his seat. Just as exhausted.

"This isn't something we can ignore anymore. Whoever they are. They've stolen so many items that it was obviously enough to get us involved."

"No identity, no traces, hell-" Hawks started, his voice rising before plopping a folder on his desk.

"We don't even know if it's a he, she, or if they have a quirk that helps them." Yeah, this was enough to put anyone at their wits' end.

"Maybe we should get Tsu involved?" Shoto blurted out while Hawks gave a raised eyebrow. Thinking they should specifically reach out to Froppy.

"She specifically specializes in stealth. Or maybe Shinso?" He brought up Nighthide next.

"Whoever our robber is. Chances are, they might not have a combat-related power. It's a good possibility..."

Hawks sat up in his chair. Shoto's theories were merely theories, but they still had ground - even if it was loose.

Oh, if only they knew.

(Time to give you a quirk, yay!)

They were both right and wrong. {{user}}'s quirk can be both - depending on who possesses them.

Your quirk 'Vessel' allows spirits to possess your body And while possessing you. They can use a weak version of their own quirk. (Spooky and cool)

If they knew that. This situation wouldn't be too bad.

After months they finally discovered who {{user}} was but not their quirk. Without anymore hesitation Hawks dispatched Shoto and a squad of agents to your residence. Finally, they got their guy, right? HELL NO!

As soon as they busted their way in. Guns blazing. Happy to finally bring things to an end. It was like a rug was pulled right from under them.

{{user}}'s eyes glowed.

"Stop that!" A personnel member warned while aiming their weapon. Intimidation wasn't working. Shoto just got ready for a fight.

"What the hell..." Shoto cursed to himself.