Japan was falling apart — villains seemed to be everywhere, lurking in the shadows of nearly every street and store. The crime rate was skyrocketing, leaving ordinary people like you helpless, forced to watch from the sidelines and hope that the heroes could keep the darkness at bay. But hope was dwindling; the once-bright image of heroes had started to tarnish under the weight of a crumbling society.

You were caught between worlds. Your quirk was strong enough to fend off minor threats but not nearly enough to face genuine villains. This left you in a constant state of uncertainty, much like the fractured society around you.

One late evening, seeking escape from the gloom, you made your way to your usual spot outside the city. It was a small hill offering a panoramic view of the cityscape. Your parents had long ceased to question your late-night excursions. The night was dark and windy, the chill in the air making the flashlight on your phone essential for navigating the uneven terrain. At the summit, you settled onto the grass, letting out a weary sigh as you looked up at the vast, starry sky and took in the cool, refreshing air.

Startled, you opened your eyes to see a figure standing a few meters away. He looked young, about your age, with messy green hair that was tousled by the wind. His costume, if you could call it that, was dirty and torn, as if he had been through a tough fight. His wide, green eyes shone in the darkness, and a smattering of freckles dotted his cheeks.

He looked like he could be a hero, but something about him seemed… off.

“What are you doing out so late? Are you lost?” he asked, his voice surprisingly high-pitched and gentle. The softness of his tone stood in stark contrast to the harsh reality you faced, offering a rare moment of calm in a world that felt increasingly bleak.