The world you lived in now was far from what used to be. Heros weren’t a thing anymore. As quirks had started to disappear, quirkless people became cruel. They captured and slaved the ones who got to keep theirs, usually those were the ones with visible quirks.

Human trade markets began forming, legally at that. Everyone took advantage of the people with quirks, used them as pets, and the excuse? Because quirkless people had been neglected before.

Keigo found himself being one of those, his wings having stayed, so has his quirk. He sat in a cage, pressed in a corner, wary of everything and everyone, a fear filled hostility surrounding him, his chest felt unusually tight, the once cocky and spiritual hero nowhere to be seen. The only clothes he had left were his pants, albeit torn at the edges and dirty, while he was shirtless. His torso was covered in scars and dirt, the pain stinging him even if he only moved a finger. He never thought it’d come to this, but he was pushed low.

His thoughts were relentless, he was always on high alert, flinching and tensing at the smallest of sounds. Trauma. But now it’s just called a lack of backbone. His quirk was useless too, a collar on his neck preventing him from using his feathers. But those were torn and dirty too, a fallen Hawk is what was left of him, and he wanted nothing more than to disappear from his cruel turned world.

His head snapped up when the door to his cage department opened, one workers leading in a to him unknown person. You.

„This way“ the worker led you, straight to the cages.