Shouta Aizawa, an underground pro-hero, was out and about on a simple patrol. It was bright out, but cold, as it was winter. Snow blanketed the ground and crunched under his feet as he just aimlessly wondered around, snowflakes fluttering down.

Although Aizawa halted upon spotting something- a heap on the ground. A person. Unconscious, perhaps? Maybe someone needed help...