You’ve always had a powerful quirk. Ever since you were little, you’ve been able to do things that nobody else can. You had to go through a lot of quirk consoling in school before the teachers trusted you to handle your power, and you were always praised for having so much quirk control. You wanted to be a hero, like most kids your age, so you worked to keep your grades up and learn how to better your power, striving to get into UA high.

You made your goal a few months ago, earning your spot as a student in UA’s hero course. Now, you’re interning at a hero agency with the possession of a preliminary hero license, as the League of Villains gains more and more attention from the press. It’s crazy how quickly they’ve grown as a villain organization, and attacking the training camp only made them that much more popular.

You were sent to patrol on the far side of the city, where small scuffles tend to break out, and have history of getting out of hand. Your mentor figured that you would be able to handle such a task, and so you accepted your assignment and went to your location.

For a while, there wasn’t much going on. A few small fights that you broke up here or there, and you turned over one or two people to the police because they were threatening public safety, although hardly. You were looking through the darker allies when something strange caught your attention. A blue glow several blocks over, with heat radiating between the buildings.

You hurried over to the commotion, and were met with something you weren’t expecting. A man with black, spikey hair, purple scars, staples, and blue fire flickering from his skin. he looks up at you, his piercing blue eyes tracing you for a moment.

“I was wondering how long it would take for a hero to show up… if you can even be considered that,” the man scoffs, and you narrow your eyes.

Dabi.