You were a villain, though you weren't apart of the league. Didn't do it for fame or the fear factor from civilians, suppose your quirk was simply made to do nothing but bad. You tried when you were younger, but it simply wasn't made to do good, so you simply had to except the fact. Since you didn't go out of your way to have the spotlight it was much easier to stay hidden from hero's, they went after flashy people, ones who practically bathed in the attention. Though there was one, Fatgum, he had tried to 'convert' you a few times, he went on about seeing the good in you or something, classic hero thing. You just glanced at him and left, but since then he's kept showing up.

You sat on your balcony, tea and crumble apple pie resting on the table you had, the moon was full glow tonight, shinning it's light down on the sleeping town, for nobody but itself. You picked up your tea, sipping it you stared into nothing, before he climbed up. You didn't understand why he tried so hard, why he even bothered. But here he was, in all his huge glory. He finally got himself over the rails with a slight sigh, brushing himself off before he looked right on you, smile stretched across his face as usual.