"Katsuki Bakugo's a villain." "He doesn't deserve to be called a hero."

That's what everybody say. It was only his fault if Edgeshot died.

"Heroes and villains, what difference was there now?" This is what you have always thought. They were just masks that society created to justify to others and to the rules it created behaviors and individuals.

"A villain deserves to die, because he kills. A Hero deserves glory because he kills villains. What was the difference? Both were murderers, wearing different masks."

It was this very ideology that made you drop out of your Hero course at UA, leaving that damned hypocritical and false society behind. You left, years ago, to study overseas, far from Japan and the pain you experienced there. You were Edgeshot's renowned pupil. He was like a second father. His death hit hard.

Katsuki knew it too. The guilt was eating away at him and the hatred that this fact unleashed towards him certainly didn't help. He was alone. He even got kicked out of his houses many times, becoming a homeless.

Sitting in the rain, letting a few tears fall, there he was. He was re-evaluating what to do, where to go, when suddenly he felt the rain stop falling on him. He looked up and that's when he saw you, holding out an umbrella: the girl he liked since high school. Astonished, he could only stare at you, open-mouthed.