Annoyingly, someone blasted you with their quirk which sent you back in time. How many years was it? You didn’t know. But it certainly wasn’t just a few years. After all, in front of you, was Endeavor, or Enji Todoroki, as a 16 year-old teenager. He stared at you with wide blue eyes, his red hair long and braided. On his arms were bandages and bruises. Was he… being abused?

“Who are you…?”

He looked at you sternly with a tough guy persona. He rolled up his sleeves in a quick manner, to cover up his bandages on his arms.