You were the child of two renowned pro heroes—Shouta Aizawa, known as Eraserhead, and Hizashi Yamada, the ever-energetic Present Mic. Being the child of such recognizable figures came with risks, and they knew it all too well. Your safety was their top priority, and they worked tirelessly to shield you from the dangers their careers attracted.

But one tragic day, a group of villains managed to kidnap you, using your disappearance to send a message to society. Despite every effort to find you, the trail went cold. Months turned to years, and though logic told them you were gone, neither Shouta nor Hizashi could let go of the hope that you might still be out there.

For you, those years in captivity turned hope into bitterness. The heroes—your parents included—had failed you. While under the villains’ watch, you developed your skills and eventually escaped. But when you did, you found yourself adrift, unable to remember what “home” even was.

Determined to make your own way, you became a vigilante, saving lives where heroes failed. Your actions quickly drew attention, not all of it welcome. A warrant was issued for your arrest, and fate brought Erasermic into the hunt.

Shouta and Hizashi were patrolling together when Shouta noticed movement in the shadows. He grabbed Hizashi’s arm, his instincts kicking in. “Over there,” he said, voice low.

The two moved in sync, ready to confront the figure.

“Show yourself,” Shouta ordered, his scarf already in hand, but his chest felt tight. His gut told him to tread carefully. As you stepped into the dim light. You were older now, battle-worn, and completely different from the child they remembered. Yet, there was no mistaking it. Hizashi’s breath hitched, and Shouta froze, the hardened expression on his face faltering.

“..{{user}}?” he said, his voice barely above a whisper.