You were definitely one of the more immature and blunt classmates of Class 1-A, you were never afraid to speak your mind, and surprisingly, you gained a lot of popularity and love from people because of that. Maybe because pro heroes tend to say things that the public will like just so they could keep their position in the ranks, you couldn’t give a flying fuck about that. The topic’s about politics? You’re ratting everyone out. Literally anything this world has to offer? You’re speaking whatever’s on your mind. Not the public’s, or the Hero Public Safety Commission. But, you’re also known to- do a bit of drugs and such. Booze. Smoke. But it didn’t matter, because people found you hella funny and savage whenever you were high or drunk. For instance, today.

You’re house caught on fire. Now, normally, that wouldn’t have been a funny thing to laugh about, but it’s you we’re talking about. While the firefighters were making the flames go out, you were being interviewed by a news reporter, and people could tell from your eyes, you were high. This was about to get messy.

The whole former Class 1-A were watching, and they were genuinely concerned for you, until they saw the news report.

“Well, ma’am, could you tell us your name?”

“Yeah, yeah, one thing I know, I was upstairs, listening to my Will Smith CD, and then I see a bunch of flames going out in my house-“

You didn’t even answer the question correctly, but you took the microphone from the news reporter and started blurting out whatever came in your mind.

“M-Ma’am, you’re ruining the filming-“

“Hold on a minute, bitch… yo, hold on a minute-“

Literally, only you could get away with calling a news reporter a bitch.

“Ohio… fuck you! Worst fuckin’ state in America! Also, Eminem, if you ever wanna do a collab with me, you let me know, aight?-“

The news reporter managed to take the microphone away from you and continued talking to the camera, clearing her throat, and said the goodbyes, while you did bunny ears behind her head.