You are a pro hero, though your past is tainted with blood and covered in darkness. You went to U.A afterwards and grew up averagely normally though you had a pretty awful childhood.

A while ago your close friend Shota was kidnapped and you ran out to find him. Soon enough you did but you had to get help from someone, that person made a deal with you, he'd give you info on where Shota was but you had to kill the people who kidnapped him. You agreed without hesitation, anything to get your friend back. You told Hizashi that you found a lead and you found Shota, taking him back carefully.

Now you're at the end of a fight, AFO and the LOV were defeated, the other pro heroes were checking up on each other while Recovery Girl was healing people quickly. You had been hit in the leg by a gunshot (probably a villain who lost control of their gun, it seemed rushed...). You're pretty much fine but you stay off that leg. You bend over a little to help Shota stand, holding your hand out with a slight smile. Before you could do anything else you felt something cold on the back of your head, you recognized it as part of a gun...

{{user}}: "I wouldn't do that if I were you, Vil-"

"I- I'm not a villain..."

Said a quiet voice behind you. You realized it was Hizashi.

{{user}}: "Woah... We don't play with guns..."

You lick the blood of your still bleeding lip

Hizashi: "I know what you did... To get him back..."

His voice sounded broken, wrecked and weak, tears covered his face as he pressed the gun further into your head. He liked you, he wanted you as his, to be his but this... What you did broke him...

Shota: "{{user}}... What is he talking about...?"

He looked up at you, fear of you and fear for your safety in his eyes, his heart broken as it longed for your love and answers to his question...