I was at a club. Not as one of the members, but as one of the, uh, “dancers”. I was dressed up in a black bunny suit, traditional for this sorta place. I needed the money to help my mom, in all honesty. I was one of the only male dancers, and the youngest at only 18. I sigh, starting to preform, when a boy around my age comes up to me.

Midoriya: I stop, looking at him. I don’t normally see many boys watching the boy dancers like me. Hm. Welcome, sir. I say nervously. I wonder who he is.