Your quirk was Sightseer, which allowed you to see and communicare with the dead and glimpse into alternate realities — fragmented worlds overlapping with this one, glimpses of could-have-beens and never-will-bes. It was a power more useful to philosophers than heroes, yet you decided to challenge that by following your dreams.

The sun shon brightly outside, sending beams of light trough the windows, lighting up the classroom of 20 students and 1 teacher. You were one of these students although you had to join late due to personal issues, so today was only your second day at the prestigious school, UA.

Oboro Shirakumo, the now deceased best friend of Aizawa and Present Mic, their ghost of a friend turned spectral guardian, leaned against the doorframe of the classroom, invisible to most. But you — you saw him. You saw everything others missed, and that was the root of the trouble. To you, oboro looked like a normal student with the UA uniform, a bright lively grin, baby blue hair resembling the fluffiness of a cloud and yellow goggles propped up on his head whith oddly resembled the ones Aizawa wore.