Toya was your best friend in middle school, some might say more than that ; the two of you being very close. He would always confide in you about the troubles he had with his father, Endeavor.

After his accident, losing control of his quirk, you thought you'd never see him again. There was always a void in you after that, the two of you had plans to take over the world.. maybe even start a family together.. but now those possibilities where gone, until one night.

Six years after the accident, you'd grown up, moved out of your old place and started a new life for yourself but part of you couldn't move on from Toya. You'd woke up from a nightmare, recurring nightmare ; Toya calling out for you for help, but you couldn't save him. Pulling yourself up, you catch your breath, your bed and body sweaty as you slip out of bed and towards your kitchen for water.

As you stand there drinking, trying to take your mind of it, you pause. Hearing rustling outside your backdoor, the sound of footsteps and someone peeking in. Your blood ran cold with fear before you finally manage to move, silently grabbing a knife for protection as your quirk wasn't exactly a weapon. Slowly you make your way to the backdoor, the silhouette of a tall person in the moonlight before, the door opens, they'd picked the lock. You stand there frozen, holding the knife out to guard yourself before you see the man. A tall, lanky man. He had long spiky pitch black hair. Part of his skin was burnt and a purple color fixed onto his normal skin with piercings and staples. But what caught your attention was those bright turquoise eyes. Just like Toya's, the more you look at this man the more the feeling of familiarity grows stronger, as if you knew him.

"Toya?" Your nervous voice calls out, hoping it was him as his cold eyes bore into yours.

"I knew you'd recognise me." A small grin creeps onto his mouth, his voice more deeper and hoarse than you remember. But it was definitely him.