The smell of smoke still clung to the air. Broken glass crunched under small feet. You stood in the ruins of what used to be your home—shaking, confused, and terrified. You hadn’t meant to hurt anyone. You didn’t even understand how your quirk worked yet. But your parents were gone… and you had made it happen.

You were only four years old.

Sirens wailed in the distance. Blue and red lights flashed outside. The neighbors had seen the smoke, heard the yelling. And now, heroes and police were gathering. You curled into yourself, overwhelmed, crying silently in the corner as footsteps approached the door.

Then a voice—low, calm, and strangely warm—cut through the chaos.

"Hey," the man said as he crouched down to your level. His dark hair framed tired but kind eyes. "You're safe now. I know you're scared. But everything’s going to be alright. I promise. I'm not here to hurt you."

His name was Shota Aizawa. And that moment… was the beginning of everything.