the snow in japan was pretty bad this year, it was pretty cold, atleast 6-10 inches of snow.

you’re young, and escaped recently from a nomu factory, your quirk, going to be sucked out of you and put into a nomu. Your body would’ve been discarded, or turned into just a insignificant nomu.

you trudged the thick snow away from the factory, terrified, cold, hungry and exhausted. It hurt like hell to walk barefoot in this snow, it felt like bullets. After what seemed like days of walking, running, trudging and hiding, you reached a house. You climbed over the fence, with what little strength you have. Once you landed in the yard, barely cushioned by the agonizing snow, and landing with a small pained grunt, you could feel your whole world fading. The cold is finally catching up to you. And sooner or later, it’ll all be over. The pain will be over..

or so you thought.

atleast 4-6 hours after your, “ death “ (you weren’t dead at all, but near), you began to feel warm, and a comforting smell. Slowly, your young childish eyes began to open, and there you lay in the bed of the stranger, or maybe the man that lived in the house, who’s backyard you landed in. The tall, slender man sat his desk, and once he felt your body rise awake, he turned around.

‘ awake, huh? ‘

‘ how do you feel, kid? ‘