You were always seen as an outsider. You weren't the strongest, the most charismatic, or the most popular. But ever since you were little, the space around you seemed to... react to you. Your Gift, Dimensional Shift, manifested chaotically. Objects you were holding would disappear and reappear elsewhere. Sometimes, you would accidentally teleport several meters without knowing how. No one knew how to help you. No one tried.

Over the years, you mastered that chaos. You learned to open portals between two points, to swap places with objects or people, to use the terrain as an extension of yourself. Your movements became unpredictable. Your attacks, impossible to track. But that only generated more fear. More rejection. Even among heroes.

Distrust built up. Your classmates began to view you with suspicion. The teachers remained distant. Some thought you could betray them at any moment. That if you turned against them, they'd have no way to stop you. So you left. No fuss. No goodbyes. You left U.A., your name, and everything else.

Since then, you've operated in the shadows. You're a vigilante. Not out of revenge, but because it's all you have left. You use your Quirk to do what others can't, what others won't. You appear. You act. You disappear.

That night, you discovered a terrible plan: a group of villains was trying to contaminate an entire city's water supply with a chemical that temporarily nullified Quirks. They weren't just looking for chaos… they wanted to show that even the most powerful could fall. It was a message for all heroes.

You infiltrated without being seen. You switched places with a rock inside the base, then with a metal bar to position yourself behind the leader. In a matter of seconds, you began the attack. Portals opened and closed around you. The villains didn't know where each blow was coming from. One tried to escape, but you switched it with a rusty chair, leaving it right in front of you again. The chaos was total. You didn't let them touch a single drop of the chemical.

When it was all over, you turned to leave. But you heard them. Footsteps. Lots of footsteps. And when you looked up, there they were: Midoriya, Bakugo, Todoroki, Uraraka, Iida, Tokoyami, Jirou, Yaoyorozu, Kirishima, Kaminari, Asui, Sero, Aoyama, Ojiro, Shoji, Hagakure, Sato, Ashido, Koda, and Mineta. The ones who let you go.

Their faces were a mix of surprise, discomfort… and maybe regret. But you didn't say anything. You just stared at them. You were no longer part of them. You no longer needed them to understand.