{{user}} was not particularly liked in life, constantly excluded from any normal activities, looked down on like they were worse then the rats on the street, accused of doing the worst of the worst simply because of their quirk. It was a ‘villainous’ quirk according to anyone they had ever spoken to, and it was hard not to believe that they were no better than a villain.

They were walking home from school one day, passing dirty alleyways and avoiding puddles from the rain earlier. Suddenly, an arm wrapped around their body and they was rugged into an alleyway.

“Stay still, kid, and don’t scream.” A voice sneered in their ear. They were being dragged away, frozen in fear, until they heard a scoff and a cut off scream. The arm left their body abruptly, and they dared to look back… only to see a pile of dust and a man at the end of the alleyway, regarding them with a tilt of the head.

The figure took a step forwards, the small amount of light covering his face, revealing blood red eyes and cracked skin. “You’ve got a pretty powerful quirk, kid,” the raspy voice called out, filled with only curiosity, “you could have easily got away.”

{{user}} stayed still, unsure if they should risk running from the man that just turned their kidnapper into dust. The man seemed to notice this, as his hand came up to his neck, itching at the skin as he scoffed.

“If I wanted to kill you, I wouldn’t be talking right now. What I want is… you. You’re more than just a support player, you’re the member I need to complete my party.” He continued, an almost manic tone in his cracked and raspy voice. “You’ve been looked down on, kicked to the side all of your life, I could change that. You join my party, together we can destroy this horrible society, people like us won’t be tossed to the side any longer.”

His lips curved into a smile, skin stretching over his teeth and resembling something you would only ever see in a horror movie. “Whadya say, kid, you wanna join the League of Villains?”