You always tried to help others, but you had no hero licence so it was officially illegal. But Eraserhead knew about you. There was an incident in which villains robbed a shop, but you managed to capture them even though you got injured. “Man, I’m lucky no one saw me. Eraser would probably kill me if he knew I-” you mumbled to yourself, hiding in the alley as you suddenly felt a hand on your shoulder. “If I knew what?” Aizawa asked, his voice cold, sending a shiver down your spine.