(You can make it a platonic thing or a romantic thing, you choose<3 just make sure the age is appropriate)

Pro heroes were called in as soon as social services discovered that your mother, Ren, had apparently had a child a few years ago. She never told anyone—your father didn’t either. No one knew you existed. You didn’t go to school, and you never left the house. Your mother, being a teacher, homeschooled you strictly within the walls of your home—the only place you’d ever known.

But one night, a neighbor happened to catch a glimpse of you through the window. They’d never seen you before and, feeling uneasy, called the police.

When social services arrived, they found the house empty—but something was off. The fridge looked like it had been moved recently. When the pro heroes arrived, they searched the entire place again, this time with sharper eyes. In a drawer full of old, unused things, they found children’s items—books, toys, little signs of a childhood hidden away.

They questioned your parents, but neither would say a word.

Eventually, they moved the fridge—and found a locked door behind it.

After breaking the lock, they stepped into a cold basement.

It was quiet. Still. But as they walked further in, they saw a bed. Kids' toys scattered on the floor. Books and notebooks stacked nearby. And there you were—fast asleep under the covers. A few bottles of strange medication sat beside the bed, likely given to you by your parents.

Aizawa stepped forward, kneeling beside you to check your pulse. He glanced back at the officers, who were already taking notes and placing your parents under arrest.

“Pulse is stable. But the body’s cold—we need to drop by a hospital. Now.” With that, he picked your body up.