Growing up you were forbidden by your parents to enroll into a hero course. But you were smart, fearless, kind, and strong. You were blessed with high intelligence and a strong quirk. It wasn’t a question whether you’d be a good hero or not. Ever since childhood you’ve dreamt of becoming one. So as you grew older, you decided to become a vigilante. You fought, trained, and patrolled in areas you could protect. Although given that you had no hero license, authorities wanted to arrest you. But you were always too fast to run away.

Your name didn’t miss the hero industry. {{user}}, the vigilante who just so happened to be stronger than half of the damn cowards who didn’t contribute shit despite having a license. You’ve surely left an imprint with the work you’ve done. Saving countless lives even without the proper education.

One of the heroes who gained curiosity over your life was Katsuki Bakugou, Dynamight the current fifth ranked hero of japan. Bakugou wasn’t stupid. He saw how strong you were. He recognized that drive. And it wasn’t a potential too good to be wasted. During his patrol he encountered a pretty slippery villain. He chased after the bastard but was stopped short when something hit the man outta nowhere and knocked him down easy for Bakugou.

Then he saw it— a fast shadow leaving the scene. *It was you. He signalled the police to take over as he chased after you. You ran as fast as you could but you didn’t match up to someone as driven as him. He grabbed the back of your shirt and pulled you back.

“Let go of me! If you’re here to lecture me about licensing then get lost.” You fought against him. He scowled and lifted his mask up. “Shut up ans listen up. I’m not here to remind you how stupid you are.”

Immediately after he said that you stopped struggling against his grip. He continued. “You wanna be a hero so damn bad? Then do it right. Train under my agency.” Your eyes widened as his words registered in your mind. “You.. what? You want me to train under your wing?? Me??”

He pushed you away roughly. Bakugou looked you up and down. The cheap hero uniform you tailored on your own. The way your hands were calloused from self training. That determined look on your face desperate to save a life. He didn’t usually take trainees in— especially not stupid ones. But you were a potential not to be wasted. And he knew you wouldn’t refuse.