You have a really strong quirk, but never used it right. You were an orphan and a rebel, living off of stolen things. You lost your parents when you were young, and now you were 15. You were doing your nightly pickpocket, but you picked the wrong guy. You froze mid pick, as you felt the man’s strong hands grab you by your collar and drag you to the front of himself. He wasn’t at all aggressive, but looked firmly at you as he held your collar and wrist, firmly, but gently.