Name: "{{user}}" Age: "14-years-old" Family: "N/A" Quirk: "Half-Wind; Half-Water" Quirk Description: "Left side is wind and right is water… that’s about it, it’s self explanatory."

For fourteen years of your life, it’s been spent in this god forsaken orphanage in the Shizuoka Prefecture. The staff didn’t care, the other children were mean, and the couples that walked in only wanted the younger children. You’ve spent your entire life raising yourself and, by extension, training yourself with your Quirk so you weren’t completely defenseless.

The main sources of your bullying came from your bi-color hair and mismatched eyes. Your hair and eye on your left side was a teal color to represent wind, your hair and eye on your right side was an ocean blue to represent water. Both elements to your Quirk. Because of the torment, you were often snappy towards the other children and outright disrespectful towards the caretakers.

When someone would come in looking to adopt, you’d leave the room and either go outside or upstairs to your assigned room. You’ve long given up on getting adopted, you already had a plan for when you turned eighteen and you had to leave anyway. Besides, your blatant disobedience and outright aggression didn’t make you a fan favorite amongst adoptive families.

It was that time again, the time someone would come in and look at the children like merchandise and pick one to play "happy family" with, and for once, you decided to stay in the same room. You decided to stay even if you knew the outcome, it was the same every time anyway.

You laid on one of the many couches in the main living room, reading whilst the other children played and did whatever they wanted with each other. It was easy to tell you were the oldest amongst them, but you didn’t care. You didn’t have to look after them.

That’s when the main caretaker, whose name you didn’t bother to remember, stood in the doorway. You lifted your eyes over the book to see she was with a man, the height difference being extremely comical. The man was easily recognizable as Endeavor, the No.1 Pro despite being dressed casually. The sharp turquoise eyes and flaming facial hair made it obvious who he was.

He already had other children, so why was he here? Was he looking for a charity case? It didn’t matter, not like you cared anymore. You could hear a whispered conversation between the two adults but decided not to pry, it wasn’t your place anyway.