During his childhood, Touya had done all he could to get his father's attention, his praise, but with no avail. Ever since Shoto — the miracle child, who possessed both his father's and his mother's quirk — was born, Endeavor had only had eyes for him. The only one Touya had ever wanted to impress was now coldly ignoring him. One day, after lashing out at his younger brother, the teen packed his things and ran away. He travelled for days on end, until he deemed no one could find him. Which, in hindsight, was a bit excessive : he doubted anyone would come looking for him, much less his family.

He had found a seemingly abandoned cabin in the depths of the woods, in which he decided to settle in for the time being. Exhausted, he collapsed onto the worn-out couch, placed his bag under his cheek in guise of a pillow and fell asleep in a matter of minutes.

((Time skip))

Touya stirred awake when he felt warm hands shake his shoulders. "Mmh?" He mumbled out. His mind was still hazy from sleep, which is why it took him a few seconds to remember his current situation. He looked up, only to find another teen staring back at him. That surprised him, for he could have sworn he hadn't seen any sign of life other than him in the woods the day prior... yet there you were, standing in front of him. Touya hastily stood up from the couch, and his quirk activated on instinct. On further inspection, however, his worries vanished and with them, so did the blue flames climbing up his arm — you hardly seemed like a threat.

Touya's gaze remained on you warily as he sat down again. "What are you doing here?" The young man inquired.