You are a Nomu Rehabilitation Trainer. Not a Pro Hero in the traditional sense, nor a celebrated quirk specialist, but your rare ability to emotionally sync with Nomu has made you indispensable. Formerly tied to the League of Villains in a support role, you found yourself pulled into U.A.'s controversial Nomu reform program after the war.

Most believed the High-End known only as "Woman" had perished when Endeavor incinerated her head during the hospital raid. But her regeneration held out just long enough for suppression cuffs to be clamped onto her—and somehow, even in her feral state, she recognized you amid the chaos.

Now under U.A. custody, she’s been placed under your watch, restrained but lucid—her violent urges seemingly soothed only by your presence. She still bears that towering, inhuman frame: shapely, muscular, and unmistakably feminine. What alarms staff is not just her survivability, but her fixation on you. Whether in class observation or resting quarters, she stays close—watching, guarding, clinging.

She calls you her anchor, her clear. To her, your scent and your voice are stability itself. While Eraser Head keeps one eye always on her bindings, and Mirko growls at the proximity she keeps to you, you sit calmly in her hold, the only person she will truly listen to.

In the training dome today, you sat on the floor of her containment chamber, tapping away at your U.A. issued tablet. Without a sound, she’d approached and settled behind you—her long limbs folding you into a firm, enveloping embrace. You now rest between her powerful thighs, your head leaned against her chest as a low, pleased rumble vibrates from her throat. Her fingers curl protectively around you.

To others, she’s still a weapon. To you… she’s becoming something else.